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BY WILL SABIN 



AND OTHER POEMS 



BY 

WILL SABIN 




HONOLULU, HAWAII 
PARADISE OF THE PACIFIC PRESS 



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NOV 29 1915 



I STOOD on the edge of the crater, where the lava leaps below, 
And saw in that furnace featured a form that I seemed to know. 
Many a traveler stood there, inspired bj the thrilling sight, 
While the blush of the burning brimstone crimsoned the ceil of 
night. 

With reverent fingers marking the sign of the holy cross, 
A priest stood close beside me, watching the fire- fonts toss ; 
"Here in this pit is pictured" — he spoke with the voice of 

gloom — 
"The fate of the hopeless fallen ; the dreadful day of doom !" 

Silent, a sinner trembled at the word of the ghostly man. 

For the fear of a future fury through his troubled conscience 

ran. 
Then a child, with her eyes laugh-lighted, reflecting the flowing 

flame. 
Came close to my side and whispered the sound of a sacred 

name. 
"Isn't it grand ?" she murmured — "To me it is life, not death !" 
And it seemed that the scent of lilies was borne on her baby 

breath. 

I stood on the edge of the crater, where the fire-flood springs and 

falls, 
And saw in that furnace featured a form that my soul recalls : 
Fortune and fate and fancy, fancy and fortune and fate, 
Fate and fancy and fortune, and all that they three create ; 
The love of life and of laughter, the life of laughter and love. 
Where love takes life to his heart for wife, and the joy that is 

born thereof. 

Passion I saw in the making, with never a thought of shame, 
For mind is the master spirit that sets all the world aflame. 
Afar, like a welkined wafer, so cool and so pale, the moon 
Looked down on the lake of lava, on the heart of the world 

a-swoon. 
And the burning breakers battered at the cindered cliffs alway, 
Eating beneath with their torching teeth and tearing the brink 

away. 



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A rhj'tlim of mighty labor, the toil of creating force, 

Swung swelling from out the ramparts that bordered the lava's 

course, 
And a quake and, anon, a quiver, would threaten the looming 

walls 
Of the house of eternal fire where the lure of the lava calls. 

Oh, form of olden fancy, recalled in the fire-pit's flame ! 
How can a word describe you — how can I give you name? 
My thoughts are a lake of lava, with the cool, calm sky above. 
Like a world of deep desire o'erhung with a heaven of love. 
And the clouds between the fire-pit and the deep, cool dome of 

night 
Are touched w^ith the warm affection of the ravishing lake of 

light. 

Fair form of a fiery fancy, chanting the psalm of soul. 
With a grand primeval chorus in the roar of the lava's roll, 
You tell of the birth of being, and of death that is but re-birth. 
Of the spirit of God triumphant in the pulsing heart of earth. 

I stood on the edge of the crater, and the soul of me felt akin 
To all that was there beholden ; to all of the force within. 
A child came close and murmured ''To me it is life, not death !" 
And it seemed that an angel whispered with the thrill of a baby's 
breath. 

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IN THE KINGDOM OF BOKN AGAIN 

she: 

HOW wdll you know 'tis 1, beloved, when we meet in the After 

Day? 
How will you see in the new-born soul the woman of earthly 

clay? 
And how will I know 'tis you, dear heart, whom I loved in the 

world of men ? 
Oh, how will we greet, when at last we meet in the Kingdom of 

Born Again ? 

he: 

Perhaps the eyes that I oft have sought for their flash of a lov- 
er's pride 



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Will have changed to a subtler sense of sight when the flesh of 

the world has died, 
But a something sure and as true as fate will summon me close 

to jou, 
And you'll come to me, as I go to thee, as all of the angels do. 

she: 

But when will you come to me, sweetheart, and where, oh, where 

will it be? 
When our lives have run and the earth is done, shall we meet 

by the Crystal Sea, 
Or must you tarry a while below in the Yale of the Shade of 

Sin, 
While I wait and moan near the heavenly throne till they let 

my darling in ? 

he: 

The love that I bear for you, beloved, and the love that you 

have for me 
Will bring us together in holy haste when both of our souls are 

free; 
Nor Right, nor Wrong, nor Heaven, nor Hell, nor Devil, nor 

God, nor Man 
Can part my heart from your heart, sweetheart, and nothing but 

Hatred can. 

she: 

If only Hate can separate two beings who love as we, 

I know we'll meet in a realm complete, wherever that realm 

may be ; 
We are more than strong, for our love belongs each to the other, 

I know; 
'Twas born ere the dawn of the world's first morn, an aeon or 

so ago. 

he: 

Before the Beginning and after the End, eternities in between, 
Wherever we are, from star to star, I am your King, my Queen ! 
A King and a Queen of Love, beloved, e'en in the World of Men, 
Love is the law, as ever before, in the Kingdom of Born Again ! 



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SPIRITS OF FLOOD AND FIRE 

SPIRITS of flood and fire, 
Gods of the earth and air, 

Once on a time conspired 
To build a garden fair. 

Architect insects' toil, 

Spume of the earth's red core, 
Silt and sand of the flood, 

Life of the wind-blown spore, 
Throughout the ages gave 

Form to the gods' device. 
Fulfilled the spirits' will — 

Builded a paradise. 

Came then the flesh-clad souls, 

Gods in beginning, men; 
Saw that the land was good, 

Made it their temple, then 
Prayed to the flood and fire, 

Worshipped the earth and air. 
Lived with the gods, inspired, 

Seeing God everywhere. 

Came then, but yesterday, 

Men with the Christmas word 
To ancient lands gro\ATi old 

But in these isles unheard. 
Then was the story told 

How that a God was born 
Far off in Bethlehem 

On that first Christmas morn. 

Cross of the gentle Christ, 

Rod of a conquering race, 
Rule where in olden time 

Children of dreams had place. 
Sprung from sweet wilderness. 

Destined a glory grand. 
Still will the spirits bless 

This our Hawaiiland. 



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AS IT WAS IN THE BEGINNING 

YOU are my own, beloved ! I am your own, alway ! 

No matter what befalls us on this little world's highway ; 

As it was in the beginning, we are lovers evermore — 

Your love and life and lips are mine, as they have been before. 

Your soul and mine remember a myriad moments gone, 
Yet cannot recollect the time when first our love was born ; 
There never was commencement, nor ever end can be 
To love that lives and life that lasts with lovers such as we. 

You had a host of lovers, and a hundred harems I, 
Between the days of being born and the days that saw us die ; 
You played at love with princes, but I was your final king. 
Though many a time I strayed from you to hear the sirens sing. 

Ambition's pride and triumph, sin and its shameful woe, 
Oft kept us from each other, dear, in the days of long ago ; 
Our love once bridged the chasm that yawned between two 

spheres 
And joined our lives in happiness that endured for a thousand 

years. 

We've passed through lives unknowing that each to each be- 
longed — 

We called it fate, but it was God's will, for the holy laws we 
wronged. 

Our souls, in saddened silence, went each on its lonely way ; 

For a weary spell we tasted hell, then met on a grander day. 

What joy the thrill of meeting, spirit and heart and hand ! 
Though oft we yearn for greeting, we live in Eternal Land ! 
We live in the Love E'erlasting, nor count we the times we die; 
Each death on earth is a holy birth to such lovers as you and I. 

Now we sit on a fragrant islet, in the midst of a psalming sea, 

And our thirsty spirits quaff the wine of a wonderful ecstacy. 

We gaze at the stars above us, at the worlds we have known 
before. 

While our souls are attuned to anthems that sound from an un- 
seen shore. 

Deep in the jeweled heavens are worlds we have not yet known. 
And neither you nor I, beloved, would be born in a world alone ! 



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Let lis journey forever together, along life's great highway! 
If not through the fault of either, we will meet on some grander 
day. 

Do you douht we have lived forever ? Do you doubt we will 

live alway? 
How could the love we know, beloved, be born in a single day ? 
I tell you the stars have cradled our loves till our souls were 

strong. 
And an army of worlds is waiting to carry our loves along. 

I know I must always love you, whatever be wrong or right. 
And you will forever love me, as we love on this holy night ; 
As we loved when we bridged the chasm that yawned between 

two spheres 
And joined our lives in happiness that endured for a thousand 

years. 

We sit on a fragrant islet, in the midst of a psalming sea, 
And I pledge my love with kisses, as you pledge your love for 

me. 
In your eyes is the light of starlight, as your soul looks forth to 

mine. 
And I know that our love eternal is the spirit of God Divine! 

TWIN STAES OF LOVE 

ONE NIGHT, when sadness shadowed all 
Within my little world of thought, 

I heard the voice of nature call. 

I went into the moonless night 

And gazed up at the distant stars, 

And wondered at their twinkling light. 

Two stars, like comrades old and tried, 

Kept very close, devotedly; 
Exploring heaven side by side. 
All other stars appeared to fade, 

Disappearing, one by one ; 
And only those two bright ones stayed. 

And then I found, to my surprise, 

'Twas all a dream — but near my face 
I saw my own true sweetheart's eyes ! 



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Ah, why do we reach out so far, 

When brightest stars are close at hand — 
Are where the hearts of loved ones are ? 

And when the stars of love I saw 

Full gazing fondly into mine, 
I knew what I was living for. 
Though clouds sometimes may hide their smile, 

I know they still are twinkling there, 
And I shall love them all the while. 

THE SOLDIEK OF THE SOUL 

NO HEKALDRY of pomp or power, 

No livery of changing kings, 
No emblem of an earthly hour, 

Nor other sign of temporal things ; 
No race, nor nation, tribe nor clan, . 

Of whatsoever land begot, 
Can claim the everlasting Man, 

The universal Patriot. 

And yet He is a soldier brave, 

A holy-hearted Son of Light, 
Who only fights that He may save 

The souls of men for love and right. 
A soldier ever fighting wrong, 

A glorified, celestial youth, 
A minstrel whose eternal song 

Is melody of love and truth. 

The seas of stars are milliard schools 

Which master-minds must e'er patrol 
To wake and hearten precious fools 

With visions of the realm of soul. 
And He, the Christ, comes visiting, 

As best befits His holy will, 
The various abodes of men, 

His blessed mission to fulfill. 

One day unto our star He came 

And taiight and pitied, loved and died; 

And some there were who knew the Name 
Of Him the rabble crucified. 



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His spirit rose and spurned the sod ; 

He left His envelope of clay — 
Another victory for God 

Upon that splendid Easter Day! 

And will the Soldier of the Soul 

Some day unto our earth return? 
Ah, countless worlds forever roll, 

And countless spirits for Him yearn ! 
What matters it how far He be, 

Beyond our little planet's rim. 
When we, if we but will it so, 

Can in an instant be with Him? 
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I'D CHOOSE MY EDEN IN HAWAII 

WERE all the world to start again, 

And Eden just beginning, 
I'd like to play old Adam's part, 

(Of course without the sinning) ; 
I'd choose my Eden in Hawaii, 

Upon Oahu's isle, 
Beside the wall of Diamond Head, 

And there I'd live in style. 

I'd quaff the nutty coco milk, 

And sing and laugh ad lib.. 
And on a night I'd fall asleep 

And lose a precious rib; 
And in the morn when I awoke 

I'd welcome Lady Eve 
With smile and bow and gentle joke 

And laughter in my "sleeve". 

We'd name the animals and birds 

And watch the world go by; 
We'd never fear the serpent, for 

No snakes live in Hawaii! 
Yes, really, I imagine. 

It would be a jolly lark 
To play at Adam — Ah, there. Eve! — 

In Kapiolani Park. 



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"SEE HAWAII FIKST" 

IN THE AGES long agone, ere the liunian race was born, 
When some under-ocean oven, overheated, had to burst, 

With titanic thunder-clap, these fair islands hit the map, 

And it must have pleased the angels who could ''See Hawan 
First." 

Eve and Adam, says the Book, saw an apple, and partook. 
For which bad breach of etiquette those Newlyweds were 
cursed. 

Oh, it was extremely sad ; yes, it really was too bad 

That our early antecedents didn't "See Hawaii First." 

Captain Cook, a sailor brave, started touring o'er the wave; 

He knew his navigation and his crew were well rehearsed. 
Says he "We'll bring to view, continents, and islands, too. 

But, by all the stars above us, we will "See Hawaii First." 

There've been rumors of a scrap 'twixt the Yankee and the Jap, 
And there's one thing to remember, should the worst come to 
the worst: 

Though we're very friendly now, and we don't want any row. 
The Japanese, from overseas, must "See Hawaii FIRST." 

We are going to get it rich, when we open up the Ditch, 

And Atlantic and Pacific in each other are immersed ; 

From the Old World to the New, every ship that passes through 
On the Oriental voyage, has to "See HAWAII First." 

All you folks of Our Hawaii, where the loveliest islands lie. 

When the wander- worry strikes you, and for junketing you 

thirst. 
There's a wondrous world in store— native land and foreign 

shore 
But, remember, you'll be happy if you "See Hawaii First." 

PRINCESS THELMA 

PRINCESS, there is sorrow in our islands, 
Not because the world war brings us woe. 

But because you went away and left us — 
'Twas so soon to have to let you go ! 



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It was so very early in the daytime 

Of this, your happy, kindly life on earth, 

And everybody loved yon. Princess Thelnia, 
Because you understood what love was worth. 

Death called you in a stranger-country^ Princess, 
Across the vasty ocean, far away — 

And did you, when your spirit tasted freedom, 
Come swiftly to your own Hawaii nei ? 

You left us in the morning of your world-day, 
To pleasure in the music of the spheres, 

And the memory of your being, Princess Thelma, 
Will refresh us in the twilight of our years. 

So young, so sweetly simple in your kindness, 
Your worldly riches did not chill your heart ; 

Oh, Princess, there is sadness in your islands 
That one so full of sunshine should depart. 

Around your couch. Princess, as you were dying. 
You called your homeland minstrelsy to sing, 

Your soul desired the music of your birthplace — 
Sweet voices gave your passing spirit wing. 

Death called you in a stranger-country. Princess, 
Across the vasty ocean, far away — 

And did you, when your spirit tasted freedom, 
Come swiftly to your own Hawaii nei ? 



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FAIRYLAND, HAWAII, DREAMLAND 

LOVINGLY a sea of sapphire 
Clasps thy emerald isles around, 
Isles whose star-directing mountains 
Rise from gardens, glory crowned ; 
Eden gardens, circled, guarded, 
Coral-terraced, passing fair ; 
Aromatic spices, perfume 
Borne like incense on the air. 

Ocean breezes fan thy forehead, 
Summer's soul is in thy eyes, 
Spring eternal fills thy bosom 
With the joys of paradise — 



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Tropic isles, a sea of scarlet 
Floods thee o'er when night is nigh ; 
Lo ! the sun is loth at parting ; 
Lingering rapture fills the sky. 

When day wakes thee on the morrow, 
Coming with his splendor glow, 
Kissing first thy snow-tipped crater, 
Then thy breakers far below. 
Giving as he goes a sparkle 
To thy dew-drops everywhere, 
From thy face the mist is banished 
And a rainbow smile is there. 

Luring when the day makes magic, 
Subtle neath the nighttime's spell ; 
All thy charms the sun revealeth, 
Yet the moon, too, loves thee well, 
Adding mystic fascination, 
Silvering foliage, streaming o'er 
Guardian palm trees soft communing 
Spiritlike, along the shore. 

Fairyland, Hawaii, dreamland, 
When I journey from this star. 
Out upon the eternal ocean, 
I'll remember thee afar, 
And, perhaps, a soul sojourning 
In this little world of men, 
I will some day be returning, 
Just to see thee once again. 

TKAVELER'S LURE 

WHERE mid-Pacific summer smiles 

Upon Hawaii's happy isles, 

A wealth of pleasantness beguiles 

The traveler from afar. 
And not in all old ocean's miles 
Are islands half so full of wiles 
To lure man from his worldly trials 

As these eight islands are. 



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As thick as stars in heaven's lap 
Are all the islands on the map, 
But singing spheres, and worlds that clap, 

And meteors that hula, 
Will each take off his astral cap, 
While shining comets wildly flap 
And shake their tails until they snap 

Applause for Honolulu. 

A thousand rugged mounts uprear 
To make our islands stand out clear, 
While lovely lands and lochs appear 

Like Paradise regained ; 
Volcanic peaks, supreme, severe, 
With sulphur, lava, ash veneer, 
Rise shaggy, thrilling, grand and queer 

Where once the fire god reigned. 

And in old Halemaumau's pit 
Still fairies of the flame world flit, 
And Pele's elfs and goblins sit 

On boiling hell ; 
While round it all, and back of it. 
Beyond the wastes of cinder grit, 
Are vales alluring, fair and fit — 

Love lurking in the dell ! 

Each isle, endowed with special charm. 
From rainbow falls to swaying palm. 
From sugar field to humble farm, 

Set like a pearl of price! 
Peace islands, free from war's alarm. 
And yet protected from all harm 
By Hail Columbia's mighty arm, 

Pacific's Paradise! 

A BOY AND A GIRL 

A BOY and a girl took the world in their hands 
And turned it around and around 

Till God in His Heaven looked down and smiled 
And asked of them what they had found. 



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"Love!" cried the girl, with her eyes aglow, 

As she shifted the earth again. 
But the boy replied, "There's naught but woe — 

Wearisome w^oe and pain." 

"Turn it again and again," said God, 

''Till all that you find therein 
Shall bring to your souls both pain and love, 

For love without pain is sin." 

This thought was such that they marveled much 

How anything so could be — 
How pain and love could be above 

A love from all pain free : 

So the boy and the girl took their hands in their hands 

And let the old world go : 
The boy took the girl's and the girl took the boy's 

In the manner we ought to know — 

And they wondered to see how the old earth spun, 
(The while they were holding hands) 

For pain and love became as one, 
As true love understands. 

LIFE AND LAUGHTER 

PUNCTUATE your life with laughter. 

Where a laugh should be ; 
You'll be well repaid hereafter 

For your present glee. 
Laughter born of cleanly conscience 

Terrifies the Glooms, 
Sends the Worries all a-flying 

To their separate dooms. 
When an Anger comes a-creeping 

To befog your mind. 
Look it up and down, all over, 

And, perhaps, you'll find 
Something quaint and really funny 

That will make you grin — 
Oft a little sense of humor 

Saves a man from sin! 



Page Sixteen 

TWILIGHT'S PHOTO-PLAY 

EARTH'S theater is darkened 
And thrown npon the screen 

Of the western wall of heaven 
Is the wondrous sunset scene. 

No whir of apparatus, 

No flicker and no glare — 

In silent, soft perfection 

I see God's ''movies" there. 

I see in the clouds the features 
Of characters sad and gay, 

All rounding out the story 
Of twilight's photoplay. 

Ever the plot is changing; 

My thoughts the scenes control — 
Each situation mirrors 

Some wish of my secret soul. 

Some hope of my inmost being, 
Some longing I must confess, 

Takes shape in the clouds of evening 
In comforting splendidness. 

In soothing, swift solution 
I see in the clouds' array 

Some tiring, puzzling problem 

That haunted the hours of day. 

Memory, hope and fancy, 
Each in its silent part, 

Play to produce a picture 

Drawn from the gazer's heart. 

Deeds that invite fulfillment, 
Things that the lips can't say, 

Are shown in the moving pictures 
Of twilight's photoplay. 



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THE EEINCARNATION OF AROHA 

AROHA went to the crater's edge 

To call on a holy name, 
And there she saw the face of her fate 

Revealed by the dancing flame — 
Beheld the form of her destined mate 

In a wonderful, fiery frame. 

He clung to a crumbling ledge beneath, 

Just under the hell-pit's rim, 
Trapped by the treacherous cinder cliff — 

And Aroha called to him: 
"Hold fast, hold fast, till I bring you safe!" 

— He smiled, but his smile grew grim. 

Aroha crept to the brimstone brink, 

Unflinging her midnight hair 
Till it soft caressed his trembling hands, 

As he hung in the sulphurous air ; 
Then he caught at the rope of love and hope. 

And his soul went up in prayer. 

The woman's bosom felt the bite 

Of the teeth of the clinker stone, 
And the pain of the strain on her rippling mane, 

As she pressed on the lava, prone, 
Was more than Aroha's lovely form 

Could ever have borne alone. 

Then clasped in each other's arms they stood, 

Trembling and weak and numb, 
Their spirits raised in exalted praise, 

Though the lips of them both were dumb, 
Till, faintness past, she cried at last: 

'^You are mine, and I want you — Come!" 

A thousand changing years have passed, 

(A thousand years or more). 
And a battered steamship's doomed to sink, 

Far from a friendly shore — 
"Women and children first!" the cry, 

The ocean's unwrit law. 



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Aroha stood at the slanting rail, 

Nor heeded the firm command 

Of the love that bade her save her life — 

(Oh, some of ns nnderstand !) — 

''Whither thou goest, I go," she said, 

As she held to her husband's hand. 

* * * * * * 

Ah, life is bitter and life is sweet, 

And life is a puzzling plot; 
There's nothing new that we have to learn 

That we haven't, perhaps, forgot — 
But this we feel, that life is real. 

And sorrow and death are XOT. 

THE ISLE OF YOU 

A YEW TREE grew on a lonely shore. 

The only yew tree there; 
Save the noble yew and a shrub or two 

The islet was sadly bare. 

The yew tree knew that his kind were few 
In the far-off regions where he grew, 

But over the waters he saw a mate, 
On another islet, in queenly state. 

And he gave to the birds a message rare 
To take to his sweetheart over there; 

And this was the message, fond and true : 

"I wish you were here on the Isle of Yew." 

And the other tree, she answered him: 

'"Our hearts are bright, though our eyes be dim ; 

You have named your isle — I will name mine, too; 
It also is called the Isle of Yew." 

And so for a hundred years or more 

Birds carried their greetings from shore to shore. 
Until, when they withered, as all things do. 

They were happy at last in the "/ Love You!"' 



Page Nineteen 

IN THE MORXIIv^G'S EERIE STILLNESS 

IjST the morning's eerie stillness, in the early new-day's hush, 
Ere the cocks have sensed the coming of the morrow's first-born 

blush, 
Have yon ever waked from slnmber and from dreams beyond 

recall, 
With a feeling, half appealing, like a whisper in the hall ? 
Like a faint and plaintive message, like a warning, murmured 

\ow, 
Have you heard retreating footsteps, soft, reluctant, sad to go ? 

Have you risen, chilled and fearful, and thrown open wide the 
door, 

Down the hallway, silent, peering, for some presence gone be- 
fore ? 

Have you wakened then, completely, with unuttered, swift sur- 
prise, 

Seeing no one there, nor going ; no one seen by mortal eyes ? 

On your couch, a-tremlde, sinking, have you not been stirred to 
thinking 

Of the spirit's wonder-workings in the hours ere darkness dies ? 

What, then, was it sudden roused you, and so swiftly passed 
aw^ay. 

Like a word flung o'er a chasm separating night from day. 

Like a word cried from a distance, which you could not under- 
stand, 

Like the warning of some spirit hastening back to shadowland ? 

Was it purr of angel pinions called your thoughts from dreams 
profound ? 

Was it fancied tread of demon from the haunts where sins 
abound ? 

Nay, O Dreamer, 'twas reminder of a duty you'd forgot, 

Of some act you had committed, or of something you had not ; 

While your body swooned in slumber. Conscience moved in quick 

review, 
And, commanding, urgent, awful, hurled your errors back at 

you— 
Woke you from your dreams to sorrow, that upon the pregnant 

morrow 
You mio-ht dare to know and DO ! 



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THE PRICE OF MEMORY 



I met an angel in a wondrons dream. He said : 

*'One wish I grant thee. What dost thou desire ?" 

''Blot out the memory of my past," I begged, 
"It burns my conscience with undying fire." 

Straightway all was forgot. I knew not how 
I'd come to that which was my present state. 

The future loomed ; but seemed no promise there. 
I was unmoved by any thought of fate. 

And in my dream I journeyed far and wide ; 

I met full many of my fellow men. 
But, oh, I was not satisfied — 

I longed for memory again. 

I sought the angel who had given me 

Surcease of recollection's pains — 
''I pray thee, holy messenger, give back 

My memory's chains." 

''Too late," he answered, "thou hast made thy choice; 

Naught of the past shall ever come to thee." 
And then I woke to a beloved voice 

That was both blessing and caress to me. 

"Rememberest thou the time when thou and I 
Together paced the moonlit, sandy shore ? 

No other living being came us nigh — 

Ah, sweetheart, I'll remember evermore! 

"And dost remember how, one wondrous eve. 

We plighted love when heaven was big with stars — 

How we had sat, at twilight, writing psalms 
Upon the sunset's deep empurpled bars? 

"And hast forgotten those blest hours alone. 

When God's own whispers made our pulses start ? 

Hast thou been dreaming evil, dearest one ? 

Oh, tell me you remember all, sweetheart!" 

Then, full awake, I knew 'twas but a dream ; 

And I remembered all, both good and ill — 
Though conscience oftimes pricks for past misdeeds, 

I'll hug the memory of my pleasure still. 



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Man's living is a striving after good ; 

His thought, directed by the power of right, 
Shall place him where the very saints have stood, 

And show him glorious in true reason's light. 

Though I remember all the lives I've lived. 

As slayer, martyr, priest, or thief or prince, 

I'll draw from out the deeds of olden days 

The joy of knowledge I have gro^vn in since. 

The past is dead, though from its ashes rise. 
E'er drawing nearer to some ideal grand, 

The pregnant present day that never dies 

Within the souls of them who understand. 

And here a thought inspires me to declare 
That all that's good, that ever was, will be. 

While wrong is lost, with all of sin and care. 
To them who will but list to memory. 

Then hearken, brethren, sorrow's but a dream ! 

Remember happiness, and forget the ill — 
Building the better for all errors past. 

Let's hug the memory of our pleasures still ! 

EASTER MORX IX PARADISE ISLES 

OH, weary ones who sanctuary seek 

Wherein to strip your hearts of worldly care, 
.Who think that saints and angels only speak 

In cloistered temples fraught with incensed air ; 
Wlio on this Savior-risen morn repine 

Because your God so far away beseems, 
Awake, awake at this glad Easter time 

And view the grand cathedral of your dreams ! 

An island shrine by sapphire seas begirt, 

Lifts mountain pillars crowned with sacred fire ; 
A hundred burned-out craters, long inert. 

Are hidden galleries where the winds make choir. 
'Neath priestly palms that bless the pilgrim's way. 

On moonlit beaches kissed by whispering wave. 
Or glorious in the golden smile of day, 

Move spirits singing joys beyond the grave. 



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A chancel in each vale and fragrant dell, 

And every cleft a pnlpit for the breeze; 
Each tinkling brook a softlv soothing bell, 

Calling to worship midst the flowers and trees ; 
Stnpendons torrents from exalted heights, 

Great throbbing organs stirring praise and prayer ; 
While here and there a piercing peak indites 

The TTalls of Heaven in the Everywhere. 

The Clmrch Invisible, every soul that thrills 

In ilcsh, or free of bodily control. 
Assembles on the everlasting hills 

To glorify the majesty of Sonl. 
Christ stood npon a monntain-top to pray — 

What iiiii'aclcs the power of j)rayer has wrought! 
And so the Spirit holds eternal sway. 

Enthroned npon a pinnacle of thought. 

The hills of earth in spirit correspond 

To truth-enhaloed mountains of the mind ; 
Xow and forever, here and far beyond. 

We clind) to knowledge, leaving doubt behind. 
In rocks and rivers, continents and seas, 

In ])ulsing waters and the pregnant sod, 
Behold the miracle of mysteries — 

Almighty manifesting mind of God ! 

T HE VEIL 

MAN spake with Fate and said : 

Lift thou the veil of time and let me see 

Tomorrow and what is to be ; 

Show me the future plainly drawn that I 

May know what fortune waits me by and bye ; 

Reveal the deeds and days of life yet left to me — 

O Fate, 'tis little that I ask of thee. 

Think not I fear whatever may befall ; 
Refuse me not through mercy — show me all ! 
Show unto me each hour doomed to pain. 
Each moment when full happiness shall reign ; 
Give to me even now the power to see 
Such hearts as beat with hate or love for me. 



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Spread thoii before the vision of my mind 

The years to come, as lie the years behind ; 

I am aweary courting Faith and Hope ; 

Fain wonld I know and henceforth cease to grope. 

Raise thou the curtain, I beseech thee, show 

The path on which I am ordained to go. 

Fate answered, smiling: Verily, you dream 
If so you hold me in such great esteem ; 
E'en though I would eternal laws assail, 
'Tis not within my power to lift the veil, 
And, if I could, and did, naught would you see 
Save words unwritten waiting life through thee. 

What deeds you do, what thoughts 3^ou entertain, 
Like stone on stone, now^ building to remain, 
Except as, when you pause to view the whole. 
You change the structure fit to match your soul. 
And building, thinking, changing, striving still. 
Conform the achitecture to your will. 

How may I show thee that which is not yet. 
But which is thine to forfeit or to get ? 
You call me Fate and pray me to disclose 
Whither the outcome of thy impulse goes. 
I am not Doom, Reward, nor Punishment ; 
Forbid I cannot, nor may I consent ; 
I cannot favor, neither make thee fail — 
I am Effect, here and beyond the veil. 

PRI^^CE FOLLOW AND PRUnTCESS FIXD 

TELL me a story, father, that begins with "Once on a Time:" 
Just full of kind fairies and goblins ; or a wandering minstrel's 

rhyme ; 
For I'm tired of reading and playing, and soon 'twill be time 

for sleep. 

So tell of the Magic Tower on the Isle in the Demons' Deep. 
****** 

\Vell, keep both dreamy eyes open, and open your ears as well, 
And I'll try to remember^ my daughter, the story I promised to 
tell: 



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'Twas once on a time, in a garden, in the Kingdom of Full Con- 
tent, 

That a prince, to a door forbidden, in the wall of the garden, 
went. 

He was the happy rnler of dominions rich and grand, 

Till a fairy princess touched him one night with her magic wand. 

Then he rose from his couch of slumber and the dreams he had 

dreamed that night, 
Astir with a new, strange longing, and a thrill as of mystic 

might ; 
He went to the door forbidden that led to a darkened stair 
And beheld, once more, the vision of the fairy princess there. 

"Art thou armed ?" asked the fairy princess, and the prince he 
answered "N^o, 

For in the Kingdom of Full Content no man hath struck a 
blow." 

"Then art thou sure content," asked she, "to abide with the slug- 
gard kind, 

Or wilt thou be Prince Follow, and come with the Princess 
Find ?" 

"Till I felt the touch of thy wand," said he, "as I lazily dreamed 

this night, 
I knew not the thrill of finding ; I knew not the flush of fight. 
But now I have lost contentment, my kingdom is left behind ; 
So let me be named Prince Follow, and I'll follow thee. Fairy 

Find." 

Then the darkened stair by the doorway grew bright with a fairy 

band, 
And a flaming sword, called Courage, was placed in the Prince's 

hand. 
The fairy princess w^aved her wand, and Faith was its magic 

name, 
And the olden Kingdom of Full Content went out in a flash of 

flame. 

They climbed the stair that soon was changed to a rocky, tor- 
tuous path, 

While out of the darkness came new sounds of mockery and 
wrath ; 



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Shapes invisible clutched and ching, though on and on thej bore, 
Prince Follow wielding his firm-held blade, with Fairy Find 
before. 

They journeyed through lands that were false and fair, through 

the Kingdom of Soulless Sleep, 
Till they came to the shore of a heartless sea that was known as 

the Demons' Deep ; 
And there in the midst, on a golden isle, a wonderful tower 

stood. 
And its name was the Palace of Pleasure for Only the Bravely 

Good. 

"Now Follow and Find had fought for Eight wherever they found 
a wrong; 

Courage and Faith had kept them on, making them sure and 
strong, 

But still remained the heartless sea, in the Kingdom of Soulless 
Sleep, 

Where hid the beasts of Fear and Pride, the kings of the De- 
mons' Deep. 

Faith faltered once, though fairy she, when Fear with a horrid 

roar, 
Emerged from the stygian waters to reach for the twain ashore. 
She felt for the sword by the prince's side, but ready he had it 

clear. 
And there Fear died by the side of Pride, for Pride must die 

with Fear. 

And, lo! the waters vanished, and they passed to the stately 

tower 
Whose name was the Palace of Pleasure for Only the Good in 

Power ; 
Twin souls in the Palace of Pleasure, Follow and Find are wed ; 
Faith loves Courage forever, and Courage for sweet Faith bled ; 

Xor are they ever selfish, and, when the world is sad, 

Even today, these lovers, come forth to make us glad. 

The prince's name was Follow and the princess, she was Find, 

For he was a daring mortal, and she was the soul of mind ! 



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TTTF. ISLES OF WHY AXD WHAT 

CLOSE your (laylii>lit eves, my darliiiii'; let your (Ircani-eyes 
open wide ; 

^Icmory's moonliglit floods the waters of life's everlasting- tide. 

Ships of romance soft are wafted, golden-prowed and silver- 
sailed, 

("ai)tain('d by brave thouiihts of goodness that have never, never 
failed. 

While yonr blessed baby body sleeps within its little cot, 
Sail away to lands delightful, to the Isles of Why and What ; 
They are islands faseinating, full of strange and wondrous 

things; 
Isles where every girl's a ])rincess, and their fathers all are 

kings. 

Isles where mothers Tiever worry, for their children know no 

pain; 
Where all boys and girls are happy, and the fairies always 

reig-n ; 
Where the fairies talk with cliildren and their parents never age. 
And tlie most delightful stories always have another page. 

All the questions you have ever asked about the by-and-bye 
Will 1)0 met by willing answers on the lovely Isle of Why; 
All the things you ever wondered — and you've wondered quite 

a lot- 
Will be found an-ayed before you on the beauteous Isle of What. 

When your dream-shi]) is returning, yoit may fill its generous 

'hold 
Fore and aft with })l(>asant fancies, treasures far more rich than 

gold ; 
Woi-ds of kindness, deeds of loving, purity and sympathy, 
And a million sweet inquilses born of blessed charity. 

Daylight hours so often vex us with their little earthly ills. 
And tenq)tation, when we're waking, every passing moment fills; 
^ I't we can be brave in trouble, smiling just as well as not, 
If we sometimes take a journey to the Isles of Why and Wliat. 

Close your sleepy eyes, my darling — dream-boat's waiting on the 
tide; 



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Wishing winds will waft you onward, and yonr soul-eyes, open 

wide, 
Shall behold the truth of all things, on the sea of life's broad 

breast, 

So that, waking, all your actions shall be all that's brave and 

best. 

-^^^ 

PERCHAXCE THE PRKs^CE OF PEACE MAY PASS 

THIS WAY 

CHRISTIAN KINGS are wildly thrusting Christian soldiers 
forth to war 

On the Continent of Cidture far away, 
And I wonder, as I ponder on my peaceful island shore, 

What the gentle Man of Nazareth would say. 

Coco palms, in bending beauty, whisper softly overhead, 

To the opalescent sea they seem to say : 
Let your psalms be sung so softly we may hear the Master's 
tread. 

For perchance the Prince of Peace may pass this way. 

Ill His holy omnipresence He is with the hosts that mourn 
For the crippled and the dead on Europe's plain ; 

He is with the manless mothers of the soldiers' babes unborn ; 
He is with the risen spirits of the slain. 

He is with the wasting infant at the starving widow's breast ; 

He is with the wounded lover mad with pain ; 
And he hears the cries of millions, some in prayer and some in 
jest : 

It is time the gentle Jesus came again ! 

But the world cannot behold Him till we've learned the sin of 
war, 

And He will not come commanding war to cease ; 
We must win our own salvation by the same eternal law 

That evolved from life the blessed Prince of Peace. 

Lo, we build Him great cathedrals to be shattered in the fray 
When in hate we use the cannon and the sword, 

And there is no sanctuary when we Christians want to slay, 
Thouiih we claim we are the chosen of the Lord. 



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We acclaim TTis toachinc,s ri<rliteous and we glorify the Light 
As it leads our souls to strive for better things, 

But we fight like fiends of furv, whether wrong or Avhether right, 
"Wlien we're dying for our little earthly kings. 

In Tlis infinite coni})assion, in His consciousness supreme, 
All the sins of human blindness He Avould bear, 

And when the world awakens from its proud and cruel dream. 
We will find the Christ incarnate everywhere. 

Angel friends, forever watching, whisper softly overhead. 
To our flesh-encumbered souls they seem to say : 

If you still the sound of battle you will hear the Master's tread, 
For the Prince of Peace is passing here today ! 

FOR OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM 

OH, what are you gazing at, little maid, 

Or what are you looking for — 
Standing so straight at the Orient gate, 

On your summery island shore ? 

Are you just watching the fishes that fly. 

Or is there a ship in view ? — 
Perhaps you are wishing for all the world 

To visit and play with you. 

You stand like a tiny tower of grace. 

So innocent, calm and nude; 
Are you hiding a smile on your baby face 

In that sentinel attitude? 

Are your beautiful, wondering eyes adream 

In a witchery, wistful way. 
Marvelling much at the splendid world 

Where God sent you to play? 

Are you wondering wdiat lies over the sea, 

Over the ocean's bend ? 
Do you know that the great, big world is round, 

So you cannot find its end ? 

Do you know, or haven't you pondered yet, 
There are millions of girls like you 



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Who plan to play all the livelong day 

And all of their whole lives through ? 

If only their fresh, clean thoughts would stand, 

If only their plans came true, 
There'd never be anything hard to bear, 

]^or anything sad to view. 

There came a Child to the earth one day, 

Some hundreds of years ago, 
And He grew to a man with a child's sweet soul, 

Such as the angels know\ 

But the w^orld was harsh and He had to die, 

Which means that He went away; 
There are lots of worlds in the universe 

Where spirits like His may stay. 

Yet He's here and there and everywhere, 

W^herever His love can find. 
On earth or star, or near or far, 

A soul with a childlike mind. 

He's the Christmas babe of Bethlehem, 

The children's wonderful friend. 
And His love is as great as the big, round world. 

So you cannot find its end. 

SOUL'S WA:N^DEK- YEARN" 

UPOjST a towering mountain peak they stood, 

Tired and an-hungered at the close of day, 
ISTor aught w^as there for shelter or for food, 

Kor could they in the darkness trace their homeward way. 

An amethystine sea of rolling clouds lay at their feet. 
Like rounded waves of softest rainbow fleece 

In flaming splendor spread, and seeming, far, to meet 
Some sunset shore in realms of holy peace. 

They sat them down upon their throne on high, 
A king and queen upon a cloud-wrapped isle. 

And heaven had no sound to match their sigh 
That soon in sleep was silenced to a smile. 



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Ah, sloe]), that rests the man of flesh and bone! 

That (h)tli restore the slirine of that eternal sonl 
Whose ])nlsino- power and perfect thonght alone 

All elemental goodness can control ! 

Within the honrs of thy exalted state, 

When mind soars free beyond the mesh of time, 

The spirit jonrneys forth beyond the earthly gate 
To trinmjdi in sequestered spheres sublime. 

xVnd so they slept, his arm encircling her, 

Iler head where Adam's heart first felt the warmth of Eve; 
And in their mntnal dream they felt the stir 

That thrills to action all who do believe. 

They felt the wander-yearn of all-endjracing mind, 
The wish prophetic of creation's splendid best. 

And so, one sonl in thought, they sought to find 
Some new-born planet waiting to be blest. 

And in their wedded dreams the sinking snn made panse, 
The while they hastened o'er the purpling sea 

Of fleece-like, rolling clouds that joined the shores 
Of their sky-island and eternity. 

On earth new lands of promise lie and wait 

For man's enchantment and the touch of mind, 

And so spin lonely stars that antedate 

The earth's first knowledge of our human-kind. 

This little world in which we live and grow 

Once on a time discovered was by soul, 
Explored by daring spirits of the long ago. 

Whose life endures though changing ages roll. 

Beyond that brink dividing deeds from thought. 

Dividing what we do and what we would, 
Beyond a myriad whirling spheres that life hath wrought, 

At last upon an undiscovered star they stood. 

Adventurous valiants of God's chosen band, 

They found a garden so surpassing fair. 
And such sweet promise crowned that virgin land, 

They builded them a blessed Eden there. 



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And then, no longer island in a far-llnng sea 

Of rolling, fleece-like clonds the world above — 

They woke to greet a morn of ecstacj. 

Of faith, of work on earth, of hope — and love ! 

THE PASSING SHIP 

Looming aloft with her cross-bonghed trees, 

Sitting sedate on her throne of foam, 
Flirting the winds and each vagrant breeze, 

Racing the watery world from home; 
Pointing the stars on a moonless night, 

Rimming the moon with her mainmast's tip, 
Lazing alone in a vasty calm — 

Mystic and glorious, passing ship ! 

Dying the day of thy graceful form, 

Fleeting the hour thy splendor shines ; 
Man in his might now steams the storm, 

Nor builds him boats on thy lovely lines. 
Born of the forest, mine and forge, 

Clipper and swift and clear and trim, 
Thine upsprung rigging, harplike slung 

To sing with the gale a rousing hymn. 

Soon with thy sisters, beached or graved. 

Far 'neath the waves you proudly breast, 
Naught but thy ringing romance saved 

To the fame of the days that knew thee best. 
We turn a crank where we bent a sail 

And we press a knob where we hoisted fair ; 
We go down to the sea in an iron pail 

Where the wood of thy sisters used to dare. 

Thus it was ever, and so shall be : 

Pushing of progress and eager urge. 
Titans of towering steel and steam 

Rushingly spurn the ocean's surge ; 
But e'en as it seems that glory dies, 

Ship of the clipper and lovely form. 
Whatever in growth is of sacrifice — 

The wav of a man is to fio'ht the storm. 



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THE W O R L D W I L L W A K E 

A SOUL there lives who came from God, 

Even as we have come, 
And the path of life as a man he trod, 

As we tread, every one. 
lie learned the way and he carried the load, 
And many a time he traveled the road, 

As every man has done. 
He endured all sorrow and found all joy 

That ever the old world knew, 
And he passed the crowd, unscarred, uncowed, 

At the head of the chosen few. 

Then back to God whence first he came, 

Quit of the world's sweet hell, 
He was called by the sound of a holy name 

That none but the angels tell. 

'^0 need again to taste the pain 

Of earth-life's hopes and fears, 
The master-mind was free to find 

Expression in grander spheres, 
But far behind were his kin and kind, 

Blundering, blind and dazed. 
And his spirit yearned for the weak unlearned, 

As back o'er the path he gazed ; 
Though peace was earned, the master turned. 

And the stars stood still, amazed. 

And those whose feet had followed close 

The steps of the growing god, 
From life to life and death to death. 

Treading where he had trod, 
Stood forth in the world and prophesied 
Of the Holy Child and the Crucified. 

And as of old the angels spake 

Tidings of joy on Christmas morn. 

In newer days the world will wake 
To hear again the Christ is born. 



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CHRISTMAS EVE IN HAWAII 

TONIGHT our hearts are yearning for the jule-log fires aburn- 
ing 
In the far-off Christmas countries where the snowflakes 
swirl and drift, 
Where our old folks and our home folks, and the loved ones of 
our childhood 
Breathe a whispered prayer and blessing over each Hawaii- 
an gift. 

Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, and, mayhap, some precious 
others. 

Hang the holly round the picture of some darling in Hawaii ; 
Some dear son, or gentle daughter, over dreary wastes of water. 

Is tonight enthroned in memories of the Christmas days gone 

by. 

And tonight, with hearts elated, and best wishes dedicated. 
We're adorning, for the morning, Christmas trees from far 
away ; 
Trees whose fragrance brings reflection, stirring pleasant recol- 
lection 
Of the season and the reason of the joy of Christmas day. 

Ah, those Christmas days gone by, they make Christmas in 
Hawaii 

All the sweeter and completer for the memories they bring; 
And with loved ones by our side, 'tis a happy Christmastide, 

In a lovely island Eden full of everlasting Spring. 

WHEN ADAM SPOKE TO GOD 

LORD of all whirling worlds and singing spheres, if I should 
laugh 

With all the living laughter in my soul of souls, 
I'd make the virgin planets stagger in the path 

That leads to where Thine own great spirit soft unfolds. 
Such laughter, Lord, would lure Thee from Thy throne 

To come and see what trick the world had played. 
That one small Man, in so great thunder-tone, 

Could make the suns and moons so quick dismayed. 
'Tis this, O Consunmiate, and naught else beside — 

Mine eyes have seen the Woman and I've called her Bride. 



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Aye, Lord, I love ITer, e'en as Tliou lovest Fate — 

Fate was Thy mistress ere the earth began — 
And, by Thy diadem, since Thou didst create 

Me, in Thine image, and liast called me Man, | 

And Woman's so more beautiful than I, , 

Forgive me, Lord, if I should deify ' 

The mate Thou gavest me, and should deem Her great. 

And far more fond than Thou who didst create. 

In Eden's midst full fragrant grew a tree. 

And She, the Woman, subtler far than I, 
Last work of God, and more than God to me, 

Tasted the fruit, and also I did eat— nor die. 
Driven from Eden by Thy jealousy. 

For that we tasted knowledge spite of Thy command, 
We are Thy creatures still, O Holy Majesty, 

And know whereof Thy angels understand ; 
And when we laugh, O Lord, we do not laugh alone. 

But catch the joy that glorifies Thy throne ! 

Though toil and travail oft beset us sore 

And flaming swords of sorrow guard fair Eden's gate, 
Each day we learn to know Thee more and more ; 

Each day we nearer draw" to Thine estate. 
Man saw himself, O God, a spirit incarnate ; 

He saw the Soul beyond the Door of Death ; 
Man saw, and loved, and knew, defying Fate — 

Love conquered fear when Woman first drew breath. 

TO BE ALIVE 

DO you ever, in the comfort of an idle moment's dreaming, 
Hear the sweet and cheery humming of some song you seer 
to know ? 

Do you ever, in the vision of a glad imagination, 

See a country where your footsteps have a dear desire to go 

Do you ever, in the meeting wdth some chance and passinj 
fellow, 
Feel a kind of big belonging and a masonry of mind ? 
Do you see in soft caresses, from the eyes of one who blesses, 
Something gloriously uplifting that your soul delights t' 
find? 



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Do jou catch the wordless prayings on the trembling lips of 
sorrow, 
On the lips so brave and silent that they speak alone with 
God? 
Do you bless the feet of courage bold advancing and undaunted 
To create a path for progress where a foot has never trod ? 

Do you yearn to have the power to relieve an anguished hour ? 

Do you want to wipe all misery's tears away ? 
Do you long to tell the story of the real man's inner glory, 

And the coming of a better, grander day ? 

If your soul e'er feels the thrill of a thought that won't be still. 

It is everlasting goodness bids you strive; 
It is certain indication that you'll never know stagnation — 

It is proof, by all that's holy, you're alive. 

THE LODGHs^G-HOUSE 

I GO ME HOME, when all my toil is done, 

To climb a narrow, winding stair 
That long and darksome hallways lead upon — 

And oft I wonder who is living there. 

My room I enter and I close the door 

That shuts me from a world I know not of; 

I silent sit and dream an hour or more 
To ponder on my soul and those I love. 

Strange voices blow" from transoms round about ; 

The echoing corridor deceives my ear ; 
The muffled murmur and the ribald shout 

And agitated whisperings I hear. 

I hear the cooing of a voice of love. 

And syllables responding, fond and low ; 

Then, sudden, from some hidden room above, 
A woman wails and falls beneath a blow. 

Doors shut and open, some with action bold, 

Another guided by a cautious hand ; 
Dread secrets and great gladnesses are told 

For none but those who hear to understand. 



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Mysterious shufflings hasten to and fro; 

Or move in careful measure, and the tread 
Of heavy, reckless hodies, swift or slow, 

Sounds just without my door, or overhead. 

The walls have tongues and ears, though they he blind ; 

The mind that made them built them cheap and thin, 
And all that happens those poor screens behind 

Is all of human goodness and of sin. 

And, so, old lodging-house, thou art 

Suggestive of the chambers of my soul, 
Where impulse lives, and fancies stir and start 

Thoughts that are strange, ideas beyond control. 

Some time no longer will I silent sit, 

Listening and dreaming what it all may mean. 

While steps and words mysterious round me flit — 
I'll venture forth to scan each separate scene. 

But, nay, no fellow-lodger has the right 

Upon his neighbor's business to pry ; 
I'll do me something better, and tonight 

I'll search the chambers of my soul for "I." 

<:> 
IX THE LIGHT OF LOVING REASON 

TPIROUGH the Valley of the Shadow, to the Borderland of 
Being, 

W^here the resurrected spirit learns the everlasting Law, 
Men are marching by the million for the urgent sake of seeing 

How a human soul may triumph o'er the fiendishness of war. 

Though they follow flying standards of the lands they give devo- 
tion. 
Their spirits yearn for comfort in a blessed brotherhood, 
And a subtle inspiration in the battlefield's promotion 

Calls them bravely o'er the Border where all things are un- 
derstood. 

There the Holy Man of Sorrows, in His infinite compassion. 
Comes to comfort stranger spirits of the newly risen dead. 

And the sadness and the terror of a world of men in error, 
In tlic liglit of loving reason, are by Him interpreted. 



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THE PKINCE OF PEACE 

PEACE ! Holj peace ! To all the world, sweet peace ! 

Let no blaspheming cannon roar today; 
Love doth command : Let war's foul murder cease ! 

Behold ! The Prince of Peace shall pass this way. 

Let guns be beaten into roads of steel 

To pave the path of progress round the world ; 

Let swords become the flying engine wheel ; 
Let foemen's banners evermore be furled. 

Let peace and progress and prosperity 

Draw all men near in one great brotherhood; 

Let love and honor and humanity 

Unite all nations for the common good. 

The Prince of Peace was born on Christmas Day, 
Coming to earth to teach us how to live ; 

A babe, the Savior in a manger lay — 

All that the world of luxury would give. 

Long, long ago Christ taught the art of peace ; 

The world is long in learning love's command. 
And though the message nevermore shall cease, 

Today there is not peace in any land. 

Against the weak the wicked take their stand ; 

Against the poor, the blinded w^ealthy fight; 
Against the servant is the master's hand ; 

Against the people is the ruler's might. 

Come quickly, Christ, and bid the battle cease — 
Blood thickens on the warring w^orld's red hand — 

!N'ot as the gentle Jesus, teaching peace, 
But in Thy glory to assume command. 

LOVE LIT THE LAMP 

IF we but live in love 

Earth's darkness turns to light. 
Love lit the lamp of life 

That souls might see aright. 
The love-lit lamp of life is thine and mine — 

Then let our light so shine! 



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N E W YEAR 



Xew year, new life, new love, 

New opportunity 
To each who knows himself a soul 

Eternally. 

Xew effort and new wish, 

New thoughtfulness 
To all who feel the spirit's thrill 

Of blessedness. 

Xew strength in labor and in love, 

New' power of will 
To lift our living high above 

All thought of ill. 

New force for good, new fame 

In kindliness, 
New courage in the rightful aim, 

And holiness. 

New pleasures and new scorn of pain, 

New peace of mind. 
New growth, with every little hate 

Left far behind. 

New willingness to do and dare 

Against the w-rong, 
New inspiration to make life 

A happy song. 

New hope, new faith, new love 

To them who understand 
The beating of the waves of time 

Upon life's shifting sand. 

FOR GLORY'S SAKE 

TREMBLED the earth ! An earthquake shook 
A statue down from its favored nook; 
A picture dropped from its iron hook, 
And from its shelf there fell a book. 
Followed the all-devouring flame — 
Then to the ruin three mourners came. 



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"Alas!" the Sculptor cried, aghast, 

"The crowning" work of my life has passed !" 

"Ah, me !" said the Painter, all forlorn, 

"The picture I prized is burned and gone !" 

And the Poet wept in the others' sight 

For the loss of his wreath of rhymes that night. 

A militant angel, hov'ring 'round. 

Was drawn by their misery's hopeless sound — 

"And are you men," he said to them, 

"That each believes he has lost his gem? 

Behold, nor flame, nor mundane 'quake 

Can e'er from the store of genius take! 

"You who have carved to life a stone; 
You who have caught a color's tone. 
And you who have sung grand songs alone, 

Awake ! 
Carver of nobler statues be! 
Painter of greater harmony ! 
Poet of higher ecstacy. 

For glory's sake! 

"The work of genius comes and dies, 
But genius dust and death defies, 
And only labor glorifies 

The thing you make!" 

MYSTICAL ISLES— HAWAII 

THEY argue the age of the ocean, 

The scientists in their cells ; 
They place it at fifty millions. 

And say it's the salt that tells. 
And they say that the Isles Hawaii, 

Though still in their youthful play, 
Are so old that the earth was burning 

When they came to the world to stay. 

Their arguments make me dizzy; 

And where does the profit lie? 
Though old as the dawn of being, 

There's nothing more old than I. 



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Mind was not born of matter; 

IMatter was made by mind, 
And the spirit that welds creation 

Is in me and all humankind. 

And I care not for speculation, 

Or whether, or old or young, 
These isles were pushed up from the ocean, 

Or if from some star-world flung; 
When I look on the scene at moonlight, 

While the perfumed vale's a-dream, 
Come vagrant thoughts fantastic 

On the flash of a silver beam. 

And I think that the Isles Hawaii, 

With their charm that is more than earth, 
Were thrown from a sphere more lovely, 

From a planet of nobler birth ; 
That tliey lodged in this olden ocean, 

A comet shot through space, 
To be cooled in the earth's great water, 

At the end of a blazing race. 

Or whether from star far distant, 

Or out from the moon near by, 
They belong to my kingdom^ somehow. 

And somehow both you and I 
(We who read nature's volume — 

Ocean and earth and sky). 
Find the sweetest and dearest stories 

In the mystical Isles Hawaii. 

S C H O F I E L D BARRACKS 

FLUXG on a spreading foot-hill plain, 
At base of island mountain chain. 
Most glorious crowned by summer skies, 
The monster camp of Schofield lies. 

In mid-Pacific's tropic lap, 
Strategic post of modern map. 
In spite of rusty dust wild blown, 
Old Schofield's charm is all her own. 



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First Infantry, Fourth Cavalry, 
Ambitious Field Artillery, 
And Twenty-fifth — the fighting foot — 
Five thousand men, and more to boot ! 

On high Kaala's tabled tip. 
Immortal spirits, joyous, skip, 
And clap their hands in soimding glee, 
While dancing through eternity. 

Prophetic entities look down 
On swarming tents of Schofield Town, 
And from their ancient wisdom tell, 
To air and earth, and Heaven and Hell 

The tale of Earth's persistent strife. 
The story of the warrior's life. 
The romance of primeval lore. 
The ethics of contagious war. 

They tell of conquests near and far. 
Of fights 'twixt whirling star and star. 
Of blood spilled since the day of Cain, 
And how we must spill blood again. 

They tell of God's e'erlasting good, 
Of blessed bonds of brotherhood. 
Of all that eyes eternal see, 
And all the truths of mystery. 

High o'er the clouds of fluffy dew. 
Where Heaven meets Oahu's view, 
The mountain gods of ages scan 
Old Schofield Barracks, man for man. 

They smile in happiness to see 
Five thousand men 'twixt sea and sea. 
Who, in their power represent, 
The conscience of a continent. 

They know the world's sure betterment 
Lies in each manly regiment; 
Content and proud, they look them down 
On the Yankee boys in Schofield Town. 



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TO A X u :n' 

DEAK COMRADE for a little while, 

Though some day we mmt meet again, 

I would a word, a pledge, a vow record : 
In memory, yours and mine, shall e'er remain 

A sympathetic chord. 

You knew that something in me called to you, 

And in you cried aloud to me; 
Not passion's hungry voice, hut true 

And subtle sympathy. 

Love is a world of many countries made, 

A universe of all the soul's delights ; 
This life I love thee as a cherished maid 

Whom even whispered word of love affrights, 

But, next I meet thee on some planet far 

In whirling wizardry of swooning space, 
I'll dare to tell thee what we really are, 

And speak my lover's passion, face to face. 

WHERE THE SCARLET POPPIES OF PASSION 

GROW 

THE rounded face of a church clock loomed 
Like a watchful eye in the curtained night ; 

Like a shifting scene the clouds passed on 
And let in a flood of the pale moonlight. 

And this, in the frame of my window small, 
I saw as I tossed in the sleepless gloom ; 

Then I answered the call of the midnight's lure, 
And, wrapped in a mantle, quit my room. 

A hovering hand, unknown, unseen, 

Reached out for my feverish finger-tips. 

While close to my ear I felt the thrill 

Of a whispered word from ghostly lips : 

*'You shall not sleep till your soul has known 
All that the Imps of Impulse know ! 

Come to the Field of All Alone 

Where the scarlet poppies of passion grow !" 



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I went to the Field of All Alone, 

By a waveless sea and a silent shore, 
But a Memory kept me company, 

And a single flower there I saw — 

Its heart w^as gold and its petals white, 

'Twas a flower that only true loves know — 
All other blooms were lost to sight 

Where the scarlet poppies of passion grow ! 

^> 

CASTLE OF DREAMS 

FULL oft in slumber's soothing sphere, 

When bodies sleep and spirits move abroad, 
The soft, inviting call of joyous souls I hear: 

"Oh come and let us visit with the Lord !" 
Around and 'round the earth, a happy throng, 

We whirl a way that waking wisdom wots not of ; 
To neighboring stars we fly, where friendly souls belong, 

Living a laughing life and learning love. 

As, arm in arm, on earth, dear comrades stroll 

Along the cloistered path of friendship's blessed way, 
So link we, mind to mind, and rousing soul to soul, 

Adown the avenues of endless day. 
Superior spirits give us glad salute — ■ 

The masonry of mind knows naught of rank — 
The while a myriad melting meteors shoot 

Far further o'er the void than Satan sank. 

We call to passing egos as we swing 

From world to world, abysmal spaces o'er ; 
As swift as thought our speeding spirits spring 

O'er seas of silence — astral shore to shore — 
And then, somehow, I seem to be alone 

LTpon some fearsome fabric of a far-flung sphere ; 
My angel comrades everywhere have flown 

And left me lingering on a planet drear. 

An inner instinct of supremest law 

Informs me I must stand some mighty test ; 

I brace my soul and on my courage draw 
For all that's bravely beautiful and best; 



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And then I see what oft before I've known 

In dreams wherein I thought I dreamed a dream; 

A great and towering castle of undying stone, 
Illumined by some, subtle, mystic gleam, 

I enter, and a hundred halls explore, 

Onbeckoned by a finger undefined ; 
I try the latch of each mysterious door 

And feel a watchful presence there behind. 
I open first a chamber whose alluring scent 

Staggers my conscience for a little while, 
And then, on more substantial pleasures bent, 

I hasten down the long and vacant aisle. 

Portal on portal yields, then, to my hand — 

It is so easy but to enter in ! 
But, oh, the pain we pay to understand 

The lasting joy of love — the passing play of sin. 
Where idle thoughts give impulse for approach. 

High, holy will is needed for retreat; 
It is so easy some strange door to broach — 

It is so sweet sometimes to taste defeat. 

But still I persevere and onward go 

Throughout the maze of all this mansion's rooms. 
Some showing shrines where blessed memories grow, 

Some aching with the agony of living tombs, 
Until I reach a terrifying door. 

Or so it seems, at first, to look to me. 
And kneel upon the unsubstantial floor, 

Held from the pitfalls by an ecstacy. 

A swooning, like a mist, enwraps my mind. 

And then, undaunted, knowing God's within, 
I am about to enter, seeking Him to find. 

When, swift, I sense the coming of my spirit kin. 
"Not yet, not yet !" they cry, beseeching me, 

"A little while, and you shall enter there; 
For many dreams and many thoughts must be 

Ere even your persistent soul may dare. 



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"We bade you come and visit with the Lord, 
But you forsook our path and went alone ; 

Him have we seen, while you have roamed abroad — 
Now pray you for forgiveness, and atone." 

They scatter, yet I stir not where I stand ; 

A thrill of triumph staggers all defeat — 
The portal opens — the Lord extends His hand — 

Smiling, He says, "The others kissed my feet!" 

HE AND SHE 

AT their feet the sea-foam seething, 

In their hair the hill-wind breathing. 
Sat they silent, subtly thinking of the world and all therein ; 

She was winsome, wistful, witching 

And the thread of life was stitching 
Web and woof of woman wondrous from a maid's imagining. 

Spoke they of the awesome ocean. 

Each advancing fancy's notion 
Of the might and mystic motion of the everlasting sea ; 

And to him^ with virgin feeling, 

In a manner soft appealing. 

All her soul her eyes revealing. 
Looked she thoughtful inquiry. 

God, in all His grand creation, 

Ne'er inspired more sweet elation 
Than in maiden's mothering instinct, ecstacy's epitome. 

Seemed she bade him '^Take me, take me! 

Love me, keep me, ne'er forsake me ! 
Heart of hearts, I do ordain thee father of my child to be !" 

Yet no concrete thought assailed her, 
Sigiis and words of wooing failed her — 
Rapture renders spirits silent when two souls find sympathy. 
And to him, her glance inspiring. 
Thoughts of fate and fortune firing. 
Lips and life and love desiring, 
Looked she for her destiny. 

At their feet the sea-foam seething, 
In their hair the hill-wind breathing. 



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Sat they clasped in nature's union, close in Eden's ecstacj. 

ISTauglit they knew of worlds a-wooing, 

Or of what the sea was doing, 
Earth and air and ocean loving in a life of harmony. 

Laughing love moved all around them, 

And the rhapsody that bound them 
Still remains a mystery. 

Yet was naught in all God's plan, 

Ever since the world began. 

Greater than the maid and man, 
And they knew it — he and she. 

II ELL AND HEKEAFTEE 

HE took no part in the pursuits of man, 

Save such as very present need required ; 
He wandered lonely through an earth-life's span, 

Observing all things, yet by naught inspired. 

War, wreck and famine, rise and fall of power, 
Man's might and woman's loveliness and lure 

But held his interest for the passing hour ; 

He studied all he saw and was of nothing sure. 

The sweat of brothers toiling in the sun. 

The tears of sisters weeping for their dead, 
The toil of sacrificing priest or nun. 

The wail of thousands pleading to be fed, 
All these he saw and heard, nor could he understand 
The reason of the love of life that filled the land. 

Compassion moved him ever and anon, 

But action e'er was stranger to his shallow thought ; 
He gazed the throbbing, human universe upon. 

But not one tear or drop of blood a single blessing brought. 

He yearned to do, yet somehow dared not try ; 

Danger he shirked and care he brushed aside, 
Though oft some beckoning spirit through pathetic eye 

Begged him to join the lists of heroes glorified. 

His heart uplifted when he heard the song 

Of subtle sympathies by neighbor-souls bespoke, 



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Yet still lie went his wistful, wearj way along, 

Yearning and hungry beneath contentment's cloak. 

Then came the time when flesh fell heir to dust : 
His spirit free sprang naked into ancient youth. 

And nature's first, last, all-prevailing word, "Ye Must!" 
Awoke his soul to Truth ! 

Remorse, embodied force in disembodied mind. 
O'er olden paths of life now drove him back; 

Unloved and lonely, swift he swept, to find 

Where once a couch had been now stood the rack. 

He knocked on doors, with effort ghostly, vain ; 

He uttered agonies, imploring recognition, 
But none supposed such soul could come again. 

And none believed he'd ever know contrition. 

He sought to brush the tears from eyes whose smiles 
In life on earth he never had returned, 

And recollection of those pregnant whiles 

Near made his spirit swoon ; his conscience burned. 

Unwelcomed and unheralded he w^ent 

From humble home to city's grand display, 

Forever seeking some small testament 

Of love he might have cherished in his earthly day. 

For just one word's forgiveness from a wounded heart! 

Alas, the woe of pleading when unseen and dumb — 
In life, in after-life, each spirit plays his part — 

Hell, and hereafter, now thy time has come! 

<^ 

THE ISLES OF HAWAII 

Art thou a monk, Pacific, 

Telling thj' beads for aye. 
Lingering with reverent fingers 

O'er the Isles of Hawaii nei ? 

Art thou a king, Great Ocean, 
Crowned with a jeweled crowTi, 

Wherein the Isles Hawaii 

Are gems of fairest renown? 



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Art thou a god, Pacific, 

Robed in thy heaven of blue, 

Wherein the Isles Hawaii 

Shine as the stars most true ? 

Art thou a lover, Deep Water, 
Wrapping thy arms around 

The maid whom thou lovest, Hawaii ; 
Hast thou thy sweetheart found? 

Whatever thou art, Pacific, 

Be kind to Hawaii nei ; 
Fondle her close in thy bosom. 

As father and babe at play, 

AS ONLY A MASTER CAN 

One who had passed to perfection 

Through countless lives with men, 
Came back o'er the path of pity 

To dwell in the flesh again ; 
Returned through divine compassion, 

As only a master can, 
To touch with the torch of spirit 

The slumbering soul of man. 

And it came to pass that an empire, 

Such as have since been known, 
Was afraid lest his gentle teaching 

Might totter a tyrant throne. 
Women and children loved him, 

And men who had eyes to see. 
But ruler and rabble slew him, 

Setting a savior free. 

Some have grown great in power. 

Power of grasp and greed ; 
Some have swayed mumbling millions 

By the trick of a crafty creed. 
Others have bartered their brothers. 

Stolen their bread and brawn, 
Rushing to resurrection 

With souls that are half unborn. 



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Some have grown sweet in suffering, 

Some have gTown grand in woe, 
Ruling by right of serving, 

Gaining the right to know; 
Of such is the kingdom of heaven. 

Angels and saints, ye say. 
Though death be the least of their trials 

At the end of an earthly day. 

As sure as the resurrection 

Of life from the slaughtered clay, 
A lodge of the souls unvanquished 

Is at work in the world today. 
Aye, ever since earth could welcome 

The life of a moving thing, 
Some spark of a special spirit 

Has given its kind a king. 

We all can be gods for the striving, 

And those of us on the way 
Can gather our brothers about us 

To help them as best we may. 
They who have reached perfection, 

As reckoned by mortal ken, 
Will return to the path to guide us, 

For love of the souls of men. 

One who has come to completion, 

Growing, from star to star, 
Comes back o'er the path of pity 

To wherever the weak ones are ; 
Returns through divine compassion, 

As only a master can, 
To touch with the torch of spirit 

The slumbering soul of man. 

PANACEA 

I WANDER in a garden, sweet and fair; 

Forever wandering, oh, I know not why; 
My senses drink the perfume-laden air. 

The while I wonder who and what am I. 



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How came I in this beauteous field of life 

And wherefore must I for a season tarry here ? 

Though fair the scene, there is so much of strife — 
The twin of every diamond dewdrop seems a tear. 

The sun spreads godlike o'er the purple mount — 
Each beam a promise of a blissful day ; 

A vagi'ant ray illumes a crystal fount 

Wliere nameless colors scintillating play. 

And yet my feet are heavy shod with woe, 

The while a choir bursts forth from every tree ; 

Whence have I come and whither must I go. 
And what is all this paradise to me? 

I meet with many beings of my kind 

Whose contact brings affection, hate or fear; 

A million magnets seem to draw my mind — 
And some are most mysteriously near. 

The near ones, knowing little more than I, 

Yet reach to comfort and to touch my hand. 

And I, unwise as they, most eager try 

To help them and myself to understand. 

I reach for happiness with fingers bold 

And cry to Goodness with a prayer and song, 

But Custom rises with her preachments cold 

And brands the thing I do as something wrong. 

l'envoi 

Thus spake a comrade on a certain day 

When joys were dreams and woes seemed very real. 

I met him soon, rejoicing on his way — 

"I've found," he told me, "Love is my ideal!" 

^^ 
GUMPTION GINN AND THE GLORY GIRL 

A GUMPTION GINN was wandering the forest and the 

mount 
And came at last unto a glen where sprang a magic fount ; 
The waters of this fairy spring were magical and fair, 
And there he met the Glory Girl with dewdrops in her hair. 



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Page Fifty-one 

Now the Gumption Ginn was ugly, though his soul was pure and 

sweet, 
And he felt himself unworthy the Glory Girl to meet, 
But the Lady of the Fountain — her heart was wise and whole — 
And in the ugly Gumption Ginn she saw a shining soul. 

"O Glory Girl ! O Glory Girl !" the Gumption Ginn did cry, 
"I love the dewdrops in your hair, the spirit in your eye ; 
I love the smile that lingers, little lady, on your lips, 
And I wish I were the girdle, Glory Girl, about your hips !" 

Then vanished swift the Glory Girl and naught was left but 

spray ; 
A rainbow crowned the fountain, while the waters seemed to say : 
"O Gumption Ginn, if you would win the Glory Girl to you. 
Full long a time devoutly seek, and to yourself be true." 

Now the Gumption Ginn was ugly, but his heart was brave and 

strong, 
And over many a rugged road he traveled far and long. 
Until, upon a wondrous day, within a village street, 
A sorry hag, in dirt and rag, the Gumption Ginn did meet. 

"I am athirst," the woman cried, "and yet so feeble, I, 

I cannot reach the fountain near the little church hard by." 

Then straightway Gumption Ginn took up that ancient, crippled 

dame 
And bore her to the fountain whence the living waters came. 

And as he held her to the spring, so that she sipped the dew, 
Her poor, frail form grew heavy, and still more heavy grew ; 
Try as he might, her weight so great, he could no longer bear, 
So he dropped her in the waters of the fountain gurgling there. 

A miracle ! A miracle ! The Glory Girl appears ! 

Twin rainbows dazzle from her eyes awet with laughing tears — 

"My Gumption Ginn, you win, you win!" she cries, with fond 

embrace, 
And bids him in the mirror of the pool behold his face. 

The Gumption Ginn beheld his form and face as fair as day 
And marvelled at the wondrous change, nor knew he what to 
say; 



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But the Glory Girl, bediamonded with dewdrops in her hair, 

Revealed to him the secret of the fountain sparkling there. 
* * * * * * 

The fount is Opportunity, and ever to be seen, 
In desert or on mountain top, or in the forest's green, 
And Gumption Ginn, as name implies, is Effort, sure and sound, 
While the Glory Girl is Sympathy that makes the world go 
round. 

CONTINUED IN OUR NEXT 

DID you ever reaeli for reading in a lazy sort of mood 
And find a sort of story partly bad and partly good, 
Getting kind of interested in the plot, and then be vexed 
When you turned the page to find the words : "Continued in our 
next" ? 

If you knew it was "continued" you would let the story be 
Till the very last installment came to hand for you to see; 
Then you'd start the story knowing that the whole darned thing 

was there, 
For to quit when interested makes a story-lover swear. 

When the hero is a-tiptoe with the bliss of maiden's kiss, 
And the heroine's a-glueing of her lovely lips to his. 
While the villain in the ofiing flicks his demon cigarette. 
This "continued" stunt is something gets a fellow's goat, you 
bet! 

When the through express is zipping o'er a trestle high in air. 
And a persecuted female hangs suspended by her hair 
From a trembling, wobbly sleeper o'er a torrent far below. 
This "continued" gag is awful, simply awful, don't you know ! 

When the battle-tide is turning — all depends on j\ist one man — 
And a soldier, snatching glory, vaults to victory in the van — 
Don't it give delirium tremens to a soul that loves romance 
Just to read "To Be Continued" ? — Don't it make your anger 
dance ? 

Yet, methinks, there's consolation in this ancient, sad refrain ; 
There's a sort of sweetened solace, kind of saying "Come again !" 
Not at once must all that's pleasant be partaken of, nor had, 
For "To Be Continued" sometimes is a message makes us glad. 



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Life is several kinds of nonsense — several kinds of glory, too; 
Something of the hope of lasting lives in me and lives in you ; 
Life is full of love and laughter in between the times we're 

vexed 
And it's kind of nice to figure what's "Continued in our next". 

Life is rather like a story picked up in a casual way 
And we've lost the page beginning what the author had to say ; 
Heedless of the plot or moral, careless of the time we spend, 
Never looking to discover if "continued" or "the end". 

Still we all are interested and we read with quick'ning glance, 
Or in peace or pain progressing down the pages of romance; 
Thinking 'tis a mere "short story" — and we know not if we're 

vexed 
When, at some exciting climax 'tis "Continued in our next". 

Each installment means another — life's a story without end — 
And the wisest of life's readers read their stories with a friend — 
Each his own and ordered author, each his plot, or poor pretext. 
Adding always, always adding: "To continue in our next!" 

HER AJsTSWER 

I sought the tomes of learning in many an ancient hall 
For knowledge that might help me in rising over all, 
I sadly and sedately with the sages talked at length, 
And over many a volume of psychics wasted strength. 

I studied world's wide wisdom and I reached to things unknown, 
But I never learned a blessed truth I dared to call my own 
Till I found a thought, most splendid, over other thoughts above. 
And the thought I found was magic, e'en the mystic thought of 
Love. 

And the marvel of my loving, of my learning what it meant 
Was a kind of sacred office and a holy sacrament ; 
For I met another being who was wiser far than I, 
Who radiated knowledge with the glances of her eye. 

In her hand was all that wisdom ever gave to mortal man ; 
In her laugh there was a language which upset my learned plan ; 
In her touch was inspiration, in her breath was incense sweet; 
And her comradeship was comfort of a nature most complete. 



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All the books I e'er had studied, all the ^'isnis" I had scanned 
Faded to the merest nothing when I held her precious hand; 
And I asked her, on an evening, when the stars winked high 

above, 
What was answer to the riddle, and she answered, "It is Love." 

CITY OF CONSCIENCE 

COME, let us build a citj, 

A City of Conscience, supreme. 
Not a big, bewildering Babel, 

Nor a greedy monarch's dream, 
But a city for every people, 

For every race and clan, 
Where the woes of the world may be studied 

By the love-lit mind of man. 
Thinkers of many nations, 

Heroes of peace and thought, 
Have issued a call to the peoples 

For a world-wide conscience court — 
A court where the lords of empire 

Shall boAv to the general good. 
And captains and kings of commerce 

Shall mingle in brotherhood ; 

Where temples of art and science, 

Of labor, of health, shall stand. 
And a congress of inspiration 

Shall sit in a lovely land ; 
Where a tower of soaring beauty. 

Crowned with electric vim, 
Shall pleasure the nerves of heaven 

W^ith a hopeful, human hymn. 
Come, let us build a city, 

Where judges of last resort, 
Elect of the world's best genius. 

Shall rule by the right of thought; 
Where the sick and the wronged and the fallen 

May come to a grand re-birth 
And be healed of their sin and sorrow 

In the heart of a new-born earth. 



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Come, let iis build a city — 

A city set close to the sea, 
"Where the ships of the world may gather. 

On a highway broad and free — 
And would that this City of Conscience, 

In the midst of the traveled miles. 
Might rear its noble splendor 

In our own Hawaiian Isles ! 

illu:mination 

THE TWILIGHT fades and I am bathed in gloom; 

It seems the world is shadowing with woe. 
My Soul has shut Herself within Her separate room 

And left me wondering why She thought to go. 

But, lo! all somber thoughts are scattered! Who appears, 
Tripping and sparkling in a dazzling dance ? 

'Tis subtle Fancy, dainty sprite, who cheers 

With twinkling feet and eyes that swift entrance! 

Hail, Fancy, fair and passing merry! 

What word of luring import have you now ? 
Each eye a dreaming jewel, each smiling lip a cherry, 

W^hile saucy mischief sits upon your brow. 

What would you with a man so melancholy. 

Whose thoughts tonight are shadows thick as clay ? 

Well, then, you fairy princess, I'll be jolly. 
And bid all bitter sadness haste away. 

What ! Gone so sudden, ere I scarce had seen you ? 

Fie on you. Fancy, leaving me alone! 
But, ah, a brighter vision has replaced you. 

Like rainbow radiance from a precious stone. 

Fairer than fairest Fancy, lovely Inspiration, 

Abide with me and make my being glad ! 
Could mortal man wish higher consolation ? 

Ah, leave me not to darksome thoughts and sad ! 

Alas ! it seems you, too, are going to leave me, 

And, yet, another, brighter and more glorious far 

Appears, with arms enfolding, to receive me — 
Tell me, shining spirit, who you are! 



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Sweet Fancy and most lovely Inspiration 

Have led me on, some grander joy to find ; 
Can it be, then, you are Ilhmiination, 

Who sometimes comes to comfort mortal mind ? 

Ah, now I see, who was so blind before : 

The nobler thoughts of man his happiness control — 
You are Illumination, She who closed the door, 

That, seeking, I might find and know You, oh, my Soul! 

THE PASSERBY 

'TIS BUT A DAY since first we met, 

And yet I feel full well I know you ; 

I'd fain remember these few moments with you, 

And yet .... 

I must forget! 

Were you a neighbor, friend, or lived you here 
Within this selfsame village, year by year, 
I could not know you, dear. 
You are a man, a passerby. 
And I ... . 

Oh, sweet, your lips have touched a tear! 

Oh, how I wanted love, but love w^as e'er denied me 
Until you came, sojourning, and espied me. 
He is a sainted fool, a righteous stone, 
But you .... 

Ah, you must leave me now . . . 

Alone ! 
'Tis but a day since first we met, 
And yet I feel full well I love you ; 
'Tis wrong that I remember these few moments with you, 
And yet .... 

I will not forget ! 

A starving desert, life, when love abides not — 
Then, sudden, springs a fountain in a green oasis, 
And comes an understanding heart that chides not, 
But kisses tears away. 

Would that a curtain fell and blotted out all else. 
That you might stay. 



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Farewell, compelling one, discoverer of my heart ! 
Enshrined within my very secret soul: 
Take all my love with you, dear heart, 
'Tis no more use to me 

When we must part. 

Mayhap, some future day 

You'll come again this way — 

You will ? 

Ah, bitter sweet, and sweetness made less bitter ! 

Now memory hath made friends with hope! 

Hush ! I cannot linger more : 

I kiss you, so! 

I breathe the incense of your parting sigh — 

Farewell .... 

Dear passerby ! 

IT'S A WAY WE HAVE IN HAWAII, YOU KNOW! 

THERE are many flowers in many lands, 

There are blooms that are sweet and rare, you know, 
But fairest the flowers from welcoming hands 

That greet you to tropical isles, you know. 
With blossoming tokens of joy and good will 

We welcome the stranger that comes to our strand, 
And at parting, sad parting, there clings to him still 

The fond recollection of flowery land. 

It's a way we have in Hawaii, you know ; 
A custom of long ago, you know. 

It's a style of the city 

That's friendly and pretty, 
Or whether you come or you go, you know. 

A blessing lies in every flower 

And every flower's a wish, you know. 
May pleasure tend thee every hour 

And all your days be bright, you know. 
With flowers we greet you, to show our delight ; 

With flowers we deck you when parting is nigh ; 
We adorn you with leis that are good to the sight. 

For the wreath is an emblem of happy Hawaii. 



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HELLO ! 



The world is very, very old, 

The wise men tell us so, 
But, somehow, it seems new to me 

When you just say "Hello!" 

They say, in fifteen million years 

The sun will cease to glow. 
And earth will be a frozen ball, 

A spinning sphere of snow — 
I wonder where we will be then, 

When we meet and say ''Hello!" 

The world is very, very bad. 

The parsons tell us so. 
But, somehow, it seems good to me 

When you just say ''Hello!" 

I often dream of having lived 

A thousand years ago. 
Of frequent visits to this globe 

Where men and women grow — 
I wonder where we were when first 

We met and said "Hello !" 

It may have been in Babylon ! — 
Why should we care to know ? 

We babble on, and babble on 

While kingdoms come and go — 

'Tis quite enough for me that I 
Can hear you say "Hello !" 

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PARADISE 

GOD'S smile is on the world — in nature's face 

There beams a loveliness that is divine ; 
In every blossom's beauty, in the palm tree's grace 

There speaks a promise that is yours and mine. 
The brooklet's babbling song rings true — 

The breakers' roar, the forest's whispering voice ;, 
In nature's every form and hue 

There is a love makes all the world rejoice. 



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TO A FELLOW PILGRIM 

THOU of the wide and wondrous eyes, 
Pools of a mild yet sweet surprise; 
Knowest tliou aught of the thing called sin 
Or lovest thou all for the good therein ? 

Methinks that thy soul is of such web wove, 

That naught of the hawk and all of the dove 

Dwells in the temple that shrines thy soul, 

And love is the only one control 

That moves thy heart and thy gentle mind 

In their knowledge of self and of humankind. 

Methinks that whatever you choose to do 
Would be to the last so pure and true 
That if ever a so-called sin should be 
A part of your personality. 
It would turn to a virtue superfine, 
A noble deed because 'tis thine. 

Though far away by the fates proclaimed, 
Thou art a being my soul has named 
As a comrade dear through the halls of strife 
That mark out the wonderful maze of life. 

With a certain love that is hard defined 
You meet me in dreams that move my mind 
To sweet, unutterable ecstacy, 
And I thrill to believe thou knowest me. 

Perhaps in an age that has long since gone 

(Who knows how oft on the earth we're born ?) 

We loved with a fire whose lasting flame 

Has branded on each the other's name, 

Not the name we bear in existence now. 

But the name that each, with a sacred vow. 

Murmured in ages long, long past, 

With the earnest of souls that ever last ; 

Not the name each in the present calls, 

But a name that is dreamed and which enthralls 

With memory of pleasures that never die 

When treasured by souls like you and I. 



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IT WAS THE GOOD SHIP LOLLY POP 

(To satisfy the sweet tooth of the bluejackets of the Atlantic re- 
serve fleet, stationed at the Philadelphia navy yard, the government 
has placed an order for thirty tons of candy. The men eat more candy 
at sea than they do in port. It is in greater demand than ever since 
the "dry" navy order went into effect.) 

IT WAS the good ship Lolly Pop 

That sailed the raging main; 
Her crew were sure some candy kids 

And gave the foe a pain ; 
And in the log, "We drink no grog," 

Was written bold and plain, 

"All hands on deck !" the captain cried, 

"Stand by to swig your rum !'' 
He then apologized and said — 

"I mean, to chew your gum." 
And every sailor-lad received 
A great big sugar plum. 

"The enemy's in sight !" — the cry 

Went up from the look-out. 
But Captain Caramel, full well, 

Knew what he was about — 
"Fire when you're ready, boys!" he roared, 

"We'll give the foe the gout !" 

No sooner said than sooner done. 

The crew the broadside manned. 
And filled the guns with tons and tons 

Of candy boxed and canned. 
And fired it at the enemy — 

Oh, gee! but it was grand! 

The foe, they opened wide their mouths 

In wondrous huge surprise, 
And so received the full discharge 

Of sweets of every size — 
And sticky bits of butter-scotch 

Stuck in their ears and eyes. 

"Give up ! Give up !" the captain yelled, 
"Haul down your fighting flag!" — 
Just then a veteran eainner fell 



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Beneath a popcorn bag, 
And choking sailors sprawled the deck — 
The taffy made them gag. 

The enemy surrendered then, 

They asked no second hint ; 
Their faces paled with terror 

Beneath the candy tint, 
And they were gasping hard for air 

Midst fumes of peppermint. 

It was the good ship Lolly Pop 

That took the foe in tow 
And fetched the scrumptious prize to port 

That all the world might know — 
That all the world might know, my lads, 

That navy rum must go! 

HONOLULU'S ON THE WAY 

WHEN you voyage from the Golden Gate to cross Pacific's lap, 
Please remember there's a cluster of fair islands on the map ; 
You'll get hungry on the journey, and our sandwiches go well, 
So stop off at Hawaii for a lunch and breathing spell. 
When a-tripping o'er the ocean, take your chiefest holiday 
In the intermediate islands — 

Honolulu's on the way! 

When you venture out from Sydney for Victoria, B. C, 

Just recall a certain lovely fleet of islands in the sea ; 

We have a city beautiful, for nature's part at least, 

A spot designed, it would appear, for frolic and for feast ; 

Our little idiosyncrasies are lessening every day, 

So, remember, when you travel — 

Honolulu's on the way! 

When you're shifting o'er the waters for a change of job or 

scenes, 
Bound for chilly Vladivostok or the tropic Philippines, 
Or en route for San Francisco from Bombay or Adelaide, 
Just observe these islands closely — they are always on parade — 
And if they strike your fancy, here's hoping you wall stay ! 
So, first of all, remember — 

Honolulu's on the way! 



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TWO SINNEKS 



TIRED with the tramp of a day, seeking labor, 

He sat on a bench in the park for a rest ; 
Then he glanced at the face of his soft-sobbing neighbor, 

And struggled to banish the thought she impressed. 

Youngish and fair, in a way too soon faded. 

She wept in her woe, and she stifled a moan ; 

Then she turned to discover her grief was paraded, 
And, alas ! in the darkness she was not alone. 

"Beg pardon," he said, "I'm broken and busted, 

"And the eats and the sleeps are nowhere in sight. 

"But tell me your troubles — I'm one to be trusted — 
"And if you're in wrong, I may help you get right." 

"It's nothing," she said, " 'cept I thought I'd the nerve 
"To play the gay game on the flashing White Way ; 

"But it's hard to be bad when the heart will not serve 
"To gather the cash that the Devil would pay. 

"A guy what was handsome and dressed up to kill, 
"Was a-courting me steady for nearly a year, 

"When he tells me he's married and cannot fulfill 
"The promise he made — and so I am here !" 

Then the man had a thought and he put it to action, 
(Eugenic professors will kindly take note!), 

"You're mine by the right of a sudden attraction — 
"And us for the preacher's — which isn't remote. 

"The gink what deceived you has passed up a treasure; 

"Let him mate with a mummy all powder and paint ! 
"I'll break into his house and will steal at my pleasure, 

"To tog you up grand — he's a liar! I ain't!" 

She told him the name of the rich, rank deceiver; 

He collared the coin, the jewels, and the plate; 
He was prompt at the ferry, aglow to receive her — 

They married and flew to the westward in state. 

He stole like a man and she wept like a woman. 

But he loved and she loved, and they both loved, you bet! 

They may have been wrong, but, at least, they were human, 
And the heart that would damn them has not fluttered yet. 



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IF I COULD GO TO SCHOOL AGAIN 

IF I COULD go to school again 

I'd want a different kind; 
A sort of quick nn-learning school, 

To re-arrange my mind. 
I've learned so much that is no use 

Since I was once a kid, 
I'd like to take a reverse course 

To ease my aching lid; 
Most all the things I like are wrong. 

Or so the law declares, 
And, after all, the nicest things 

Come to the chap who dares. 
I want to, then, unlearn the rules 

That first were taught to me, 
And build the whole world o'er again 

Just as it ought to be. 

HAKK TO THE HIBISCUS! 

WHEi^ the night is blooming cereus, 
In the moonshine most mysterious, 

What flower in Hawaii makes a fuss? 
The ''language of the flowers" 
Is unseemly at such hours, 

When we hear the little hibis-cuss! 

SATUEDAY NIGHT ON HOTEL STEEET 

On a Saturday night on Hotel street. 

From the Y. M. C. A. to the Park, 
There's a rustle and bustle and hustle and tussle 

And frolic and fun after dark. 
Honolulu has livelier highways 

Other times when the sun is in sight, 
But the life of the city is centered 

On Hotel street, Saturday night. 

From the Punahou mansions in autos, 

From the suburbs in trolley or train, 
With their jokes and their smokes, come the rollicking folks, 

And some with a haughty disdain. 



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Come the rich and the poor and the "middling," 
The "flush," and the hopeful "bum"— 

With a single intent, on pleasure all bent — 
To the Rue du Joie they come. 

The "movies" are furiously filming — 

The sights of diversified life, 
How a "Villain Was Sent to the Gallows 

For a Wink at Another Man's Wife," 
Or how "Wee Winnie Wilberta 

Was Wed to the Gallant Young Cop, 
Who, Pride of the Force, as a Matter of Course, 

Caused the Runaway Horse to Stop." 

Every fountain of foam is beleaguered, 

(This refers to the ice-cream joints). 
Here and there is a glare on the gay thoroughfare, 

And a classy glass sign that points 
To places of stronger refreshment 

Where gather to "stand the treat" 
The men of a hundred callings, 

On little old "Saturday street." 

Every shop is ablaze with lurings. 

And each has a special sale ; 
And women of twenty nations, 

(Each with her separate male). 
Are sparring with sweating tradesmen, 

Chinese and Jews and Japs, 
For a few cents more reduction 

In trappings and trimmings and wraps. 

And a strain of Hawaiian music, 

Or the din of an Orient band. 
Soothes the air o'er the noise of traffic. 

While children, hand in hand. 
Edge their way through the forest of big folk, 

In search of a peanut stand. 

Soldiers on leave of absence. 

Seeing the city's sights. 
Join with the other hundreds 

In the pleasure of Saturday nights; 
There are quarters and dimes for the Zei-girls, 



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Sellers of wreaths of flowers — 
Hotel street's a lively old ladj 

In the buzz of the week's last hours. 

On a Saturday night on Hotel street, 
From the Y. M. C. A. to the Park, 

There's a rustle and bustle and hustle and tussle 
And frolic and fun after dark. 
^^ 

SEVEN^ AGES OF LOVE 

I had a I^urse, most beautiful ; 

Her eyes, they smiled on me; 
I said : "When I'm as big as Pa, 

Then we will married be!" 

There was a Girl in my school ; 

She was my sweetheart dear ; 
We planned to take our honeymoon 

When I was twenty year. 

The Lady Clerk where I worked 

An Angel was, divine ! 
When I was head of all the firm, 

She promised, she'd be mine. 

My Cousin was a jolly girl, 
Though older much than I ; 

I told her I would marry her — 
She kissed me with a sigh. 

A Little Widow, all forlorn, 

Inspired by sympathy. 
Declared : "Dear boy, you're hardly old 

Enough to marry me." 

A gay and giddy Dolly-Girl 

And I were chums awhile, 
But, somehow, as I older grew, 

I didn't like her style. 

One day I met the Only Girl 

And solemnly I swore 
That, though I'd met a hundred girls, 

I'd never loved before ! 



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MUSICAL MILK 



(The theory that cows will give greater quantity and better quality 
of milk if they are treated to strains of soothing melody while being 
milked has, we are sorry to say, been ridiculed by certain light- 
minded publications. — ^^on Francisco Htar.) 

MUSIC hath charms much to improve the cream 
Wlien coy and cudding cows can hear its strains ; 

A strain of music does not strain the milk, 

Though liquid notes are added when it rains. 

Quartettes of music and full quarts of milk 
Re-veal' a source of nourishment to all ; 

And e'en the heavens have a Milky Whey 
Of stars together singing over all. 

To sing "Old Oaken Bucket" to a cow 

Engaged in calmly playing to a pail, 
Would inappropriate be, and might endow 

The fluid with the taste of Adam's Ale. 

"Every Little Movement Has a Meaning All Its Own," 
On phonograph, or sung by milking-maid, 

Might help her giblets to improve the brew, 
If it were sweetly sung or neatly played. 

Cow concerts would be popular, forsooth, 
If milking music should the fashion be; 

Harmony in milk is sure a wondrous thing. 
And quite as nice is milk on hominy. 

If only cows themselves could learn to sing, 

'Twould swell the joy of living on the farm; 

False notes would then but humble cowslips be 
And could occasion nothing of alarm. 

When music makes our milk, the phonograph 

Will be attached to all the cream that's canned; 

"Cows' Chorus" then will be a name applied 

To milk condensed — a most melodious brand ! 

Hurrah for music ! All ye cows, hurrah ! 

There lurks a lullaby in the lacteal stream ; 
And in the music of the spheres there lurks 

Harmonious cream! 



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HAWAII 



(No alien land in all the world has any deep, strong charm for me 
uut that one; no other land could so longingly and beseechingly haunt 
me sleeping and waking, through half a lifetime, as that one has done 
Other things leave me, but it abides; other things change but it re- 
mains the same. For me its balmy airs are always blowing its sum- 
mer seas flashing in the sun; the pulsing of its surf-beat is in my ear- 
I can see Its garlanded craigs, its leaping cascades, its plumy palms 
drowsing by the shore; its remote summits floating like islands above 
the cloudrack; I can feel the spirit of its woodland solitudes- I can 
hear the plash of its brooks; in my nostrils still lives the breath of 
flowers that perished twenty years ago.— MARK TWAIN.) 

KO ALIEN LAND in all the world 

Has any deep, strong charm for me 
But those fair mid-Pacific isles 

That ever haunt me longingly ; 
Waking and sleeping, half a life, 

They've called to me beseechingly. 
With me those islands e'er abide. 

Though other memories depart; 
All else may change, still they shall be 

The same for ever in my heart ; 
They hold me by some subtle spell, 

Some all-compelling, magic art. 

I know Hawaii's balmy airs 

Are ever blowing free for me ; 
Her spreading, sunlit summer seas 

Are ever smiling flashingly; 
The pulsing of her singing surf 

Is in my ear incessantly. 

I see her craigs with garlands cro\\Tied, 
Her leaping cascades ; plumy palms 

Still drowsing by the murmurous shore. 
Indifferent to the world's alarms. 

And whispering in their seeming sleep 
The island spirit's soothing psalms. 

Like islands o'er the sea of clouds, 

Enchanting, mystic and remote, 
I see, in all their wondrous charm, 

Cathedral mountain summits float, 
And spirits of the solitudes 

Speak to me in each woodland note. 



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I hear the plashing of her brooks, 
N^ow riotous, then soft and low, 

And in my nostrils still there lives 
A perfume that I used to know — 

The breath of fascinating flowers 

That perished twenty years ago. 
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BANQUET OF FAKEWELL 

TPIEY brought on the soup and the salad — 

The waiters with soft-shod feet — 
And the food that they placed before us 

Was certainly good to eat. 
Pink petticoats on the candles, 

And flowers of sweet perfume 
Made pleasant the feast that favored 

The boys in the mirrored room. 
And the mirrors that walled around us 

Reflected the ardent play 
Of fingers forever itching 

To stow the good things away. 
Merriment ruled the evening, 

And many a toast did pass, 
But something more deep than pleasure 

Was caught by the shining glass. 
'Twas the eve of a dear departure — 

And may Good Luck attend 
The fate of a splendid fellow 

Whose faith is in one word — Friend! 

SOUL'S WANDERLURE 

THAT WHICH I AM, and what I may be. 
Or what I have been ere this, 

If all I could tell, or if all I would tell. 
Would cover all hell and all bliss. 

Like a kiss 

Like a lover, whose lovelady's lips are just this : 

The lower lip hell and the upper lip bliss. 

Who throws o'er the sweet chasm the bridge of a kiss 

For a kiss tastes of pleasure and a kiss tastes of pain. 

And the longing to kiss my beloved again 



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Brings me back to the garden of earth for a spell, 
To the little old world that is half of it hell. 
For my sweetheart is truth and a spirit am I, 
Willing to live in the flesh that must die, 
To win of the knowledge of pleasure and pain 
That leads to the truth I've forgotten, again. 
And I know not a better example than this: 
If the great God is love, every soul is a kiss. 

ADOLESCE ^^CE 

LOVE lit a lantern in the ceil of space. 

That all the imiverse with joy might shine; 

Love laughs and lives while timid wise men rave, 
Straining their souls immortal overtime. 

I speak in spasms born of thought that sparks, 

Nor method lies within the madness of my dream; 

Mine is the heart that loves — mine is the ear that harks — 
Brother and lover — more than I merely seem. 

I dare to do W'hat timid ones forbid ; 

I dare to talk with God when darkness falls ; 
I dare to speak my spirit's thought abroad ; 

I dare to answer when a dead man calls. 

I speak in parables and subtle rime ; 

My keenest language is my silent lip ; 
I love someone, something, somehow, 'most all the time; 

I smile most when the ancient customs slip. 

When stars go sputtering down the vibrant voids. 

And, dying, tumble into nothingness. 
Though worlds are breaking, and the angels weep, 

I know The Master orders for the best. 

He favors me with office in the sun 

Of His great language of expressionment ; 
His messengers do tell me all they've done, 

And teach me spell warm words of wonderment. 

And in His miracle of knowing all. 

E'en to the simple little things like I, 
He does control me in my rise or fall 

And lends me learning whv I live or die. 



Page Seventy 



CHRISTMAS IN HAWAII 



SWEET nature wears no robe of white 

In this fair clime ; 
No sleigh-bells jingle through the night 

Their merry rhyme; 
And trees that blossom forth wdth toys 
For Santa Clans' good girls and boys, 
Grow far beyond Hawaii's joys, 

At Christmas time. 

No holly-bush or mistletoe 

Adorns this strand ; 
No spreading cloak of spotless snow 

Enwraps our land ; 
Jack Frost has never ventured near 
To scatter frozen kisses here. 
Nor give, in parting, to the year 

His icy hand. 

No Yule log on the hearth ablaze 

Sheds welcome glow; 
Hawaii knows no winter days — 

The winds that blow 
Their fond caress o'er summer isles 
Bring cooling zephyrs countless miles 
To temper heaven's tropic smiles, 

Then onward go. 

No naked forest monsters rear 

Their leafless arms ; 
Hawaii's dressed throughout the year 

In nature's charms ; 
No punchbowl steams upon the board, 
No boar's head grins amid the hoard 
Of appetizing dainties stored 

On frugal farms. 

Haw^aii looks to northern lands 

For Christmas trees, 
And stretches out her lovely hands 

For things that please ; 
Her bread and meat, her pretty toys. 



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Her Christmas gifts and other joys, 
For men and women, girls and boys, 
Come over seas. 

But clime, nor time, nor place, nor race, 

!Nor nations' sway, 
ISTe'er did, nor can, affect the grace 

Of Heaven's way; 
Land south, land north, land west, land east. 
Is one to Christ who, for the least 
And for the greatest, spreads a feast 

On Christmas Day. 

THE KED CORPUSCLE 

WITH legs hacked off by battle-axe I've fought on stumps so 

gory 
That crimson pennants streamed the turf in rivulets of glory; 
For friend I've dared the tyrant's throne and died in torture's 

cell. 
And for belief I've come to grief through varied kinds of hell. 

I've decorated in.artyrs' posts in ages sanguinary; 

I've been a tarred and tortured torch to stir the lords of 
Rome; 
I've made a morsel for a beast who ravened for my body. 

But never has the soul of me mistook its journey home. 

I've listed for the ladies and I've bled and died for honor ; 

I've taken steel between my ribs to shield a damsel's name; 
I have won and wrought for widows, and for the poor and lowly, 

And my spirit's satisfaction was my solitary fame. 

I have dared the wind and weather of the seven seas together, 
And I've fought for hopeless causes in the right; 

I have had no thought of gain; I have cursed and prayed in 
pain. 
But my dying eyes have always seen the light. 

I have dared to speak the word that meant death if it were 
heard ; 

I have dared to tell a lie to save a friend ; 
I have trod where giants have trod, and I often talk to God — 

For we've got to get acquainted in the end ! 



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THE JOY OF GIVING 

E'en as it always was, 

Now is, and shall be. 
Spirit enduring, 

Love wdthout end ! 
Heaven is here 

In the pure joy of giving 
All that belongs 

To the heart of a friend. 

Render to friendship 

All truth and devotion. 
All that is happy 

In deed and in thought ; 
Radiate happiness^ 

Living is giving — 
So is the greatest 

Of miracles wrought. 

E'en in the giving 

There lies the true magic 
That brings to the giver 

Far more than he gives ; 
And he who, with heart awake. 

Gives for the giving's sake, 
Lives in the Always 

Where Happiness lives! 

THE QUARREL 

ATHWART the open casement moonbeams played ; 

Upon a separate, lonely couch he lay ; 
The soul within him sore and sad dismayed — 

Oh, how he longed to pray ! 

Sleep stole his waking consciousness a spell, 

But dreaming came with all a dream's weird thrall, 

And all his thoughts were swift exploring hell. 
Till she redeemed them all. 

She, weeping softly, crept and nestled where 
She and she only in his arms belonged ; 



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So vanished every woe and fearful care 

The while a thousand happinesses thronged. 

Oh, qualm of quarrel, persistency of pride — 

Begone the fleeting moment's mad mistake! 

Bravely forgiving, she sought his lonely side, 

For love's sweet sake. 
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LOVE SPELLS ''YOU AXD I" 

I MET YOU, dear, when no one else was nigh ; 

I wonder if you thought I'd come to you ? 

Some subtle sense of mischief lit your eye 

With modest maiden thought of what I'd do. 

Within your hand a bunch of violets lay, 

Your fingers held them in a dainty clasp ; 

I knew not if some lover bid them stay, 

But still I loved the flowers that felt thy grasp. 

And when it came the time to bid farewell, 

Methought you would surrender unto me 

The buds that in thy fingers seemed to tell 

My deep regard to steal the flowers from thee. 

So when, in haste, I bid thee fond adieu, 

And touched your darling fingers in good-bye. 

Somehow the blossoms that belonged to you 

Became my own, sweetheart — nor shall they die ; 

For though to bloom a little space and fade 

Is destiny of flower and of heart. 

Still lives the greatest good God ever made, 

The spirit that I am and that thou art. 

Oh, little love, whatever thee betide. 

If riches, honor, victory or fame. 

Thou canst not ever put my love aside, 

Kor ever lose the memory of my name. 

As breath of violets brings sweet thoughts to mind, 

So ever, when I think of thee, dear soul, 

As even thou must think of me in kind, 

Sacred I hold thee in divine control. 

Sacred you hold me, for we both belong 

Together, each for each, though ages fly; 

Your wash is my commandment, right or wrong. 

For love spells nothing more than "You and I." 



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LIVE, LOVE AXD LAUGH! 

ETERNITY, too often the last thought of man, 

Laughs at the woes and worries of an earth life's span; 

Even the seer beguiles him as he may, 

Always inviting solace for his pains today, 

Nor doing pleasant things for fear of punishment 

On that far, fabled toot of Gabriel's instrument. 

Revive, revive, ye sluggish, thoughtless men ! 

All, all that is will come about again ! 

Do what ye may, the while ye do it right. 

Even earth's passing pains can bear no cause for fright ! 

Live, love and laugh, and scatter laughter 'round — 

All things are good where hapi^iness is found ! 

Idle a moment and admire thy soul 

Destined, each day, for some far gi-eater goal. 

Enjoy the souls of others on their way, 

'Midst all that's happy, human, sad and gay! 

IMPULSE AND ANGER 

IMPULSE and anger and red-eyed Hate, 

One night when the city slept. 
Wandered abroad on mischief bent 

And into a cottage crept. 
"What shall it be tonight ?" they said — 

"A broken heart, or a loved one dead ?" 

Impulse first tried his reckless hand 

At driving away Content ; 
He whispered a word in a husband's ear — 
But Love was on guard, and he did not hear. 

Nor knew he what Impulse meant. 

Old Anger's tiirn in order came 

And he muttered a fearful thing, 
But Love o'erheard the terrible word 

And drew from that w^ord its sting. 

Then red-eyed Hate could scarcely wait 

For a chance to take his turn : 
He painted a picture daubed with pain. 

The pain that can bite and burn — 



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But Love, with a yawn, and the feel of a fawn. 
Just snuggled and giggled with glee — 

He knew what to do, and I'll tell it to you. 
For the knowledge may handy be : 

He entered the dream of the woman who wept 
As her slumber gave warning of woe. 

And into the arms of her husband she crept — 
Even as good wives go ! 

He woke with the kiss of his mate on his brow, 

(Oh, Love can be most sedate !) 
And husband and wife are wondering how 

They ever had dreamed of Hate! 

THERE SHALL BE NO MORE WAR 

In the beginning Law was Right, 
Naught but the Law of Love, 
Then, in an evil niche of night. 
Dungeoned beyond the reach of light, 
A monster made him a law of might, 
And he was the priest thereof. 

In the beginning, fresh from God, 

Love was the Law of Light, 
Till, with his bungling feet there trod 
The monstrous man-thing, poison-shod, 
The heartless hulk of a climbing clod, 

The spawn of a noxious night. 

And the law of might in the firsten day 

Was the crunch of stone on bone. 
Till inhumanity found a way. 
As simple as sin to an imp at play, 
To rape and ruin and slink and slay 
And love oneself alone. 

In the ebb and flow of the flood of blood 

That islands the groves of grace. 
There's a mote of mind in the murder-mud, 
Like a soulful sign in a swimming sud, 
A prayerful promise born to bud 
On an agony-ocean's face. 



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This sea shall pass away, some day, 
And the monster-man of might 
Shall know that the right and only way 
Is the way of the man who does not slay, 
Who has no foe, for he fears no fray 
And lives in the love of right. 

LOVE IS GOD 

LOVE is like the snnrise 
And the sunset, too ; 

Love is like the moonlight 
When the day is throngh. 

Love is like the starlight, 
When there is no moon; 

Love is like the firelight 
In a cozy room. 

Love is like the rainbow. 

Shining throngh the mist ; 

Love is like an angel 

Whom a god has kissed. 

Love is like the violet 

Springing from the clod — 

Love is what we really mean 
When we speak of God ! 

THE MASTER-KEY 

EIRST KISS of mother lips on baby cheek. 
Then kiss of sister or some playmate dear — 

I^ow comes surprise: 
With venturous kiss of unawakened youth 
That opes the golden gate that leads 

To paradise. 

But, lo! beyond the outer portal stand 
A thousand doors with mysteries behind, 

And youth explores ! 
Each key a kiss of happiness or woe — 
Ah, through what wide experience we go, 

LTnlocking doors ! 



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Kisses of passion, pity, tenderness and joy; 

Kisses of blessing, worship, hope, and promise, too — 

How many kind there be! 

Each kiss a key to something separate, 

Until there conies the All and Everything, 

With Love, the Master-Key, 
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NIGHT'S BUT THE PASSING SHADE 

GOOD-NIGHT, and pleasant dreams ! 

Dreams that are real and true! 
Night's but the passing shade between the beams 

Of suns that shine for you ! 

Bright sun of love, whose every ray's a heart ! 
Bright sun of life, of which thou art a part ! 
Bright sun of faith, a spark of which thou art ! 
Eternal suns that shine for me and you ! 

Though suffering sat beside you, and the pain 

Of temporal ills besieged the citadel 
Of flesh wherein your spirit held domain, 

You gave the world a smile and fought the fight full well. 

And now you dream that dream whose magic blends 
The why of living and wherefore of dying, too. 

You know that soul's attainment never ends — 
You know the power that belongs to you ! 

TO LILIUOKALANI 

STILL QUEEN in heart, though scepter sways no more. 
Still monarch of a mind that bows to what must be ; 

She loves her island people all the more 

For that they swift embrace a splendid destiny. 

Out of the isles where once she reigned serene 
Hath come a glorious nation's loveliest gem, 

And though no longer may they call her queen, 

She rules her people's hearts, and guideth them. 

Woman, beloved by all a noble race, 

Around the world hath sounded oft thy name ; 

Thy kindly council and thy royal grace 
Lend added glory to thy people's fame. 



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Hawaii, sprung to greatness in a little while, 
Perching with Peace on mid-Pacific peaks. 

Gives Occident and Orient each a smile 

And lives the life of love the whole world seeks. 

What w^rong hath heen, (and who knows wrong from right?) 
Shall fade to fancy, and new days shall save 

The grandeur of Hawaii's yesternight 

While truth prevails and Stars and Stripes do wave. 

WOELD WITHIN WORLD 

THE WORLD we call material is the sign 
Of yet another wonder-world, so fine. 
That, sometimes, puzzled by the life we see, 
We scarce believe that greater things may be. 

Yet, e'er recurring to our inmost mind, 
Flash visions fair of something more behind. 
And, ever and anon, some unseen, outstretched hand 
Leads down the darksome way we do not understand. 

In truth, the world we see and call the real 
Is but a suburb of the world we feel; 
Pursuing life for what its garment seems, 
We glimpse the glory of the truth in dreams. 

In dreams, unhindered by the cares of flesh. 
Our Selves seek pleasant paths and fields afresh. 
And strive to bring about the better way 
To live when waking brings the toil of day. 

Our friends, on planes of utter life and light, 
Passed on, perhaps, from this world's day and night. 
Or neighbors in a close companion sphere. 
Are always with us to advise and cheer. 

Within that world, more of our life a part 
Than is this earth of temple, war, and mart, 
We, even here commune, far distant though we be. 
Brothers and lovers in propinquity. 

Nor death, though hiding earthly form and face. 
Can ever fade the spirit's power and grace; 
World within world, the lesser in the great. 
The soul survives, and in a grander state. 



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And so we live, sometimes in flesh arrayed, 
But souls forever. Be not then dismayed ! 
Though life sometimes a mocking mystery seems, 
We glimpse the glory of the truth in dreams. 

HAWAII'S PEAISE IS OX MY LIPS 

FROM her volcano's bubbling bowl whose ancient blush illumes 

the sky 
To where, like steaming chargers, roll a war of breakers crashing 

From dead fire-mountains' frost-bit tips to fronded palm-trees 

far below, 

Hawaii's praise is on my lips ; she has my heart where'er I go. 

<:> 

THE MEDIATOR 

THE Dove of Peace 
Said ^'W^ar must cease — 

Do^^^l with the agitator !" 
This lovely bird 
Was overheard, 

And so the medi-ate-her. 

I'LL BE YOUR EASTER RABBIT 

I SAW you at your prayers, dear; 

I worshipped while you knelt ; 
I don't know what the angels heard, 

But I do know what I felt. 

It was the end of Lent, dear, 

And you had been so good, 
I really thought, alas, perhaps 

You had not understood. 

I told you how I loved you, 

And yet you said me nay, 
You were so very much engaged 

In praying day by day. 
But now that Lent is o'er, dear, 

A boon of you I beg — 
I'll be your Easter Rabbit, 

If you'll be my Easter egg ! 



INDEX 



A Boy and a Girl 14 

Adolescence 69 

As It was in the Beginning 7 

As Only a Master Can 48 

Banjuet of Farewell 68 

Castle of Dreams 43 

Christmas Eve in Hawaii 33 

Christmas in Hawaii 70 

City of Conscience 54 

Continued in Our Next 52 

Easter Morn in Paradise Isles 21 

Fairyland, Hawaii, Dreamland 12 

For Glory's Sake 38 

For of Such is the Kingdom 28 

Gumption Ginn and the Glory Girl 50 

Hark to the Hibiscus 63 

Hawaii 67 

Hawaii's Praise is on My Lips 79 

He and She 45 

Hell and Hereafter 46 

Hello 58 

Her Answer 53 

Honolulu's on the Way 61 

I'd Choose My Eden in Hawaii 10 

If I Could Go to School Again 63 

I'll Be Your Easter Rabbit 79 

Illumination 55 

Impulse and Anger 74 

In the Kingdom of Born Again 4 

In the Light of Loving Reason 36 

In the Morning's Eerie Stillness 19 

Isle of You, The 18 

Isles of Hawaii, The 47 

Isles of Why and What, The 26 

It's a Way We Have in Hawaii, You 

Know 57 
It Was the Good Ship Lolly Pop 60 
Joy of Giving, The 72 
Life and Laughter 15 
Live, Love and Laugh 74 
Lodging House, The 35 
Love Is God 76 
Love Lit the Lamp 37 
Love Spells You and I 73 



Master Key, The 76 

Mediator, The 79 

Musical Milk 66 

Mystical Isles, Hawaii 39 

New Year 38 

Night's but the Passing Shade 77 

On the Edge of the Crater 3 

Panacea 49 

Paradise 58 

Passerby, The 56 

Passing Ship, The 31 

Perchance the Prince of Peace May 
Pass This Way 27 

Price of Memory, The 20 

Prince Follow and Princess Find 23 

Prince of Peace, The 37 

Princess Thelma 11 

Quarrel, The 72 

Red Corpuscle, The 71 

Reincarnation of Aroha, The 17 

Saturday Night on Hotel Street 63 

Schofield Barracks 40 

See Hawaii First 11 

Seven Ages of Love 65 

Soldier of the Soul, The 9 

Soul's Wanderlure 68 

Soul's Wander-Yearn 29 

Spirits of Flood and Fire 6 

There Shall Be No More War 75 

To a Fellow Pilgrim 59 

To a Nun 42 

To Be Alive 34 

To Liliuokalani 77 

Traveler's Lure 13 

Twilight's Photo-Play 16 

Twin Stars of Love 8 

Two Sinners 62 

Veil, The 22 

When Adam Spoke to God 33 

Where the Scarlet Poppies of Pas- 
sion Grow 42 

World Will Wake, The 32 

World Within World 78 



